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REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,  D.  D. 

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PSALMS  and  HYMNS, 


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Public 

Worship. 

FOURTH 

EDITION. 

Carlisle  : 

Printed  by  B.  Scott,  in  the  Market-PIace. 
1811. 


COLLECTION,  &c. 


Introductory  to  Public  Worship. 

1  Lord  !  when  we  bend  before  thy  throne 

And  our  Confessions  pour, 
Teach  us  to  feel  the  sins  we  own, 
And  hate  what  we  deplore. 

2  Our  broken  spirits,  pitying,  see, 

And  penitence  impart — 
Then  let  a  kindling  glance  from  thee 
Beam  Hope  upon  the  heart. 

3  When  our  responsive  tongues  essay 

Their  gratciui  Hymns  to  raiser 
Grant  that  >ur  souls  may  join  the  lay, 
And  mount  to  thee  in  praise. 

4  Then  on  thy  glories  while  we  dwell, 

Thy  mercies  we'll  reyjuew, 
Tiil  Lov  e  divine  transported  tell 
Our  God's  our  Father  too 

3  When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  Prayr7 
May  we  our  wills  resign  ! 
And  not  a  thought  our  bosom  share3 
That  is  not  wholly  thine, 

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i  INTRODUCTORY. 

6  Let  Faith  each  meek  petition  fill, 
And  waft  it  to  the  skies, 
And  teach  our  hearts  *tis  goodness  still 
That  grants  it  or  denies. 


2. 

1  With  one  consent  let  all  the  earth 

To  God  their  cheerful  voices  raise ; 
Glad  homage  pay  with  awful  mirth, 
And  sing  before  him  songs  of  praise. 

2  Convinc'd  that  he  is  God  alone, 

From  whom  both  we  and  all  proceed ; 
We,  whom  he  chooses  for  his  own, 
The  flock  that  he  vouchsafes  to  feed. 

3  O  enter  then  his  temple  gate, 

Thence  to  his  courts  devoutly  press, 
And  still  your  grateful  hymns  repeat, 
And  still  his  name  with  praises  bless. 

4  For  he's  the  Lord,  supremely  good, 

His  mercy  is  for  ever  sure  ; 
His  truth,  which  always  firmly  stood, 
To  endless  ages  shall  endure. 


S. 

1  Lord  of  the  Sabbath,  hear  our  vows, 
On  this  thy  day,  in  this  thv  house; 
And  own,  as  grateful  sacrifice, 
The  songs  which  from  the  desert  rise. 


INTRODUCTORY.  5 

2  Thine  earthly  sabbaths,  Lord,    we  love, 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 

To  that  our  lab'ring  souls  aspire 
With  ardent  pangs  of  strong  desire. 

3  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress; 
Nor  sin,  nor  hell  shall  reach  the  place; 
No  groans  to  mingle  with  the  songs, 
Which  warble'from  immortal  tongues. 

4  No  rude  alarms'  of  raging  foes  ; 
No  cares  to  brtak  the  long  repose  ; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
£ut  sacred,   high,  eternal  noon. 

5  O  long  expected  day,  begin  ; 

Dawn  on  these  realms  of  woe  and  sin; 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  sieep  in  death  to  rest  with  God. 


4. 

1  Lord  of  hosts,  how  lovely  fair 
E'en  on  earth  thy  temples  are  1 
Here  thy  waiting  people  see 
Much  of  heav'n  and  much  ot  thee. 

2  From  thy  gracious  presence  flows 
Bliss  that  softens  ali  our  woes  j 
While  thy  Spirit's  holy  fire 
W7arms  our  hearts  with  pure  desire. 

3  Here  we  supplicate  thy  throne  ; 
Here  thou  mak'st  thy  glories  known; 


6  FIRST    DAY, 

Here  we  learn  thy  righteous  ways, 
Taste  thy  love  and  sing  thy  praise. 

4  Thus  with  festive  songs  of  joy 
We  our  happy  lives  employ ; 
Love,  and  long  to  love  thee  more, 
Till  from  earth  to  heav'n  we  soar. 


FIRST  DAY. 

First  Morning. — Psalm  5. 

1  Lord,  hear  the  voice  of  my  complaint* 
Accept  my  secret  pray'r ; 
To  thee  alone,  my  king  my  God, 
Will  I  for  help  repair. 

3  Thou  in  the  morn  my  voice  shalt  hear* 
And  with  the  dawning  day 
To  thee  devoutly  I'll  look  up, 
To  thee  devoutly  pray. 

3  And  when  thy  boundless  grace  shall  me 

To  thy  lov'd  courts  restore, 
On  thee  I'll  fix  my  longing  eyes, 
And  humbly  there  adore. 

4  To  righteous  men  the  righteous  Lord, 

His  blessings  will  extend  : 
And,  with  his  favour,  all  his  saints, 
As  with  a  shield,  deiead. 


FIRST    DA** 

Second  Morning* 

i  Compar'd  with  Christ,  in  all  beside, 
No  comeliness  I  see; 
The  one  thing  needful,   dearest  Lord, 
Is  to  be  one  with  thee. 

2  The  sense  of  thy  expiring  love 

Into  my  soul  convey : 
Thyself  bestow :  for  thee  alone, 
My  all  in  all,  I  pray. 

3  Less  then  thyself  will  not  suffice 

My  comfort  to  restore : 
More  than  thyself  I  cannot  crave,, 
.  Aiid  thou  canst  give  no  more. 

4  Lov'd  of  my  God,,  for  him  again 

With  love  intense  I'd  burn  : 
Chosen  of  thee  'ere  time  began, 
I'd  chuse  thee  in  return. 

5  Whate'er  consists  not  with  thy  love, 

O  teach  me  to  resign : 
I'm  rich  to  all  th'  intents  of  bliss, 
If  thou,  O  God,  art  mine. 


Evening. — Psalm  8. 

O  thou,  to  whom  all  creatures  bow, 

Within  this  earthly  frame, 
Thro'  all  the  world  how  great  art  thou ! 

How  glorious  is  thy  name ! 


&  SECOND   DM'. 

2  In  Heav'n  thy  wondrous  acts  are  sung, 

Nor  fully  reckon d  there; 
And  yet  thou  mak'sl  the  infant  tongue 
Thy  boundless  praise  declare. 

3  When  Heav'n,  thy  beauteous  work  on  high, 

Employs  my  wond'ring  sight; 
The  moon  that  nightly  rules  the  sky, 
With  stars  of  feebler  light: 

4  What's  man  (say  I)  that,  Lord  thou  lov'st 

To  keep  him  in  thy  mind  ? 
Or  what  his  offspring,  that  thou  prov'st 
To  them  so  wondrous  kind  : 

5  Him  next  in  power  thou  didst  create 

To  thy  celestial  train ; 
Ordain'd,  with  dignity  and  state^ 
O'er  ah  thy  works  to  reign. 

6  O  thou  to  whom  all  creatures  bow 

Within  this  earthly  frame, 
Thro'  all  the  world  how  great  art  thou! 
How  glorious  is  thy  name  ! 


SECOND    DAY. 

First  Morning. — Psa-lm  9. 

1  To  celebrate  thy  praise,  O  Lord,. 
I  will  my  heart  prepare ; 
To  all  the  list'ning  world  thy  works, 
Thy  wondrous  works  declare. 


SECOND    DAY.  9 

The  thought  of  them  shall  to  my  soul 

Exalted  pleasures  bring; 
Whilst  to  thy  name,  O  thou  Most  High, 

Triumphant  praise  I  sing. 


3  The  Lord  for  ever  lives,  who  has 

His  righteous  throne  prepar'd, 
Impartial  justice  to  dispense, 
To  punish  or  reward. 

4  God  is  a  constant  sure  defence 

Agamst  oppressing  rage ; 
As  troubles  rise,  his  neediul  aids 
In  our  behalf  engage. 

5  All  those  who  have  his  goodness  prov'd 

Will  in  his  truth  confide  j 
Whose  mercy  ne'er  forsook  the  man 
That  on  his  help  relyM. 

6  Sing  praises  therefore  to  the  Lord 

From  Sion  his  abode  ; 
Proclaim  his  deeds,  till  all  the  world 
Confess  no  other  God. 


Second  Morning, 
Gracious  Lord!  with  mercy  beaming, 
Let  soma  rays,  descending  here, 
Dry  these  cheeks  in  sorrow  streaming, 
This  grief-clouded  bosom  cheer, 

Gracious  Saviour!  Gracious  Saviour! 
Gracious  Saviour! 
This  grief-clouded  bosom  cheer. 


]0  SECOND    DAY. 

2  Thou  hast  suffer'd,  Lord  of  Glory, 
Well  I  know  what  pangs  were  thine  f 

Hence  more  bold  1  bend  before  thee, 
Lord  of  love,  to  pity  mine. 

Gracious  Saviour!  Gracious  Saviour! 
Gracious  Saviour! 
Lord  of  love,  to  pity  mine. 

3  View'd  I  but  a  God  surrounded 
With  a  blaze  of  Majesty, 

Sunk  in  awe,  with  fear  confounded, 
Could  I  e'er  look  up  to  thee  ! 

Gracious  Saviour !  Gracious  Saviour ! 
Gracious  Saviour! 
Could  I  e'er  look  up  to  thee  ! 

4  But  when  I  survey  thy  passion, 
On  a  sorrowing  Saviour  gaze, 
Fear  is  lost  in  adoration, 

.All  is  rapture,  love,   and  praise. 

Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah* 
All  is  rapture,  love,  and  praise. 

$  Lord  !  and  let  me  comfort  borrow 
From  that  thought  amidst  my  tears  ^ 
Let  me  hope,  too,  that  my  sorrow 
To  my  God  my  soul  endears. 

Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah, 
To  my  God  my  soul  endears. 

6  Rapt'rous  thought !  extatic  treasure 5 
Welcome  every  pang  I  prove  ! 


THIRD  DAY.  Il 

Sorrow's  joy,  and  pain  is  pleasure, 
If  they  wake  my  Saviour's  love. 

Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,   Hallelujah, 
If  they  wake  my  Saviour's  love. 


Evening. 

1  Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise 
Thro'  all  the  courts  of  paradise, 
To  see  a  prodigal  return, 

To  see  an  heir  of  glory  born  ? 

2  With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love ; 

The  Son  with  joy  looks  down,  and  sees 
The  purchase  of  his  agonies. 

3  The  spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  soul  he  form'd  anew  ; 
And  saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 
The  growing  empire  of  their  king. 


THIRD    DAY. 

First  Morning. — Psalm  16. 

1  I  strive  each  action  to  approve 

To  God's  all-seeing  eye  j 
No  danger  shall  my  hopes  remove, 
Because  he  still  is  nigh. 

2  Therefore  my  heart  all  grief  defies, 

My  glory  does  rejoice ; 
My  flesh  shall  rest,  in  hope  to  rise 
Wak'd  by  his  pow'rfui  voice. 


$$  THIRD   DAT. 

3  Thou,  Lord,  when  I  resign  my.  breath, 
My  soul  from  hell  shalt  free ; 
Nor  let  thy  holy  one  in  death 
The  least  corruption  see. 

4.  Thou  shalt  the  paths  of  life  display, 
Which  to  thy  presence  lead  ; 
Where  pleasures  dwell  without  allay, 
And  joys  that  never  fade. 

Second  Morning, 

1  Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  raging  billows  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Savioui,   hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide ; 

O  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee; 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  : 
.All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring  ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

S  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want ; 
All  in  all  in  thee  I  find  : 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 
Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind  ; 


THIRD    DAY.  13 

Just  and  holy  is  thy  name, 

I  am  all  unrighteousness, 
Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  lull  of  truth  and  grace. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound ; 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within : 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  : 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 


Evening. — Psalm    18. 

1  No  change  of  times  shall  ever  shock 

My  firm  affection,   Lord,  to  thee ; 
For  thou  hast  always  been  a  rock, 
A  fortress  and  defence  to  me. 

2  Thou  my  deliv'rer  art,  my  God  : 

My  trust  is  in  thy  mighty  pow'r: 
Thou  art  my  shield  from  foes  abroad, 
At  home  my  safeguard  and  my  tow'r. 

3  To  thee  I'll  still  address  my  pray'r, 

(To  whom  all  praise  we  justly  owe;) 
So  shall  I,  by  thy  watchful  care, 

Be  guarded  from  my  treach'rous  foe. 

4  His  subtle  rage  had  near  prevail'd 

When  I  distress'd  and  friendless  lay ; 
But  still,  when  other  succours  fail'd, 
God  was  my  firm  support  and  stay. 


14  FOURTH  DAY. 

FOURTH   DAY. 

First  Morning, 

1  Comf,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  your  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 

While  ye  surround  his  throne. 
Let  those  refuse  to  sing, 

Who  never  knew  our  God, 
But  servants  of  the  heav'nly  King 

May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

2  The  God  that  rules  on  high, 

That  all  the  earth  surveys ; 
That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky, 

And  calms  the  roaring  seas ; 
This  awful  G  od  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  love ; 
He  will  send  down  his  heav'nly  povv'rs 

To  carry  us  above. 

3  There  we  shall  see  his  face, 

And  never,  never  sin  ; 
There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 
Yea,  and  before  we  rise 

To  that  immortal  s>tate, 
The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 

Should  constant  joys  create. 

4  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below  ; 
Celestial  fruit  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 


FOURTH   DAY. 

Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry; 
We're  marching  thro'  Emanuel's  ground 

To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 


Second  Morning. — Psalm  19. 

1  The  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 

Which  that  alone  can  rill ; 

Thefirraament  and  stars  express 

Their  sreat  Creator's  skill. 

2  The  dawn  of  each  returning  day 

Fresh  beams  of  knowledge  brings  ; 
And  from  the  dark  returns  of  night 
Divine  instruction  springs. 

3  Their  pow'rful  language  to  no  realm 

Or  region  is  connn'd; 
JTis  nature's  voice,  and  understood 
Alike  by  all  mankind. 

4  God's  perfect  law  converts  the  soul, 

Reclaims  from  false  desires ; 
With  sacred  wisdom  his  sure  word 
The  ignorant  inspires. 

5  Eut  what  frail  man  observes  how  oft 

He  does  from  virtue  fall  ? 
O  cleanse  me  from  my  secret  faults. 
Thou  God  that  know'st  them  all. 

G  So  shall  my  pray'r  and  praises  be 
With  thy  acceptance  blest; 
And  I  secure  on  thy  defence, 
My  strength  and  Saviuuxj  rest. 


16  FIFTH   DAY. 

Evening. — Psalm  23. 

1  The  Lord  is  only  my  support, 

And  he  that  doth  me  feed ; 

How  can  I  then  lack  any  thing 

Whereof  I  stand  in  need  ! 

2  He  shall  convert  and  glad  my  soul, 

And  bring  my  mind  in  frame, 
To  walk  in  paths  of  righteousness 
For  his  most  holy  name. 

3  Tho'  I  were  even  at  death's  door, 

Yet  would  J  tear  no  ill, 
For  both  thy  rod  and  shepherd's  crook 
Afford  me  comfort  still. 

4  Thou  hast  my  table  richly  spread, 

In  presence  of  my  foes  ; 
Thou  hast  my  head  with  oil  refresh'd, 
My  cup  with  joy  o'erflows. 

5  Through  all  my  life  thy  favour  is 

Most  frankly  shewn  to  me, 
And  in  thy  house  for  evermore 
My  dwelling  place  shall  be. 


FIFTH     DAY. 

First  Morning* 

1  Lord!  when  we  Creation  scan, 
What  thy  pow'r  has  done  for  man, 
Lord  !  our  conscious  tongues  agree 
How  much  man  must  owe  to  thee. 


FIFTH    DAY  17 

2  Ev'ry  note  that  cheers  the  vale, 
Ev'ry  sweet  that  scents  the  gale, 
Ev'ry  blooming  flow'r  we  see 
Tells  that  Joy  we  owe  to  thee. 

3  Ev'ry  breath  that  heaves  the  breast, 
Ev'ry  sound  by  voice  exprest, 
EvYy  thought  the  mind  sets  free 
Tells  that  Life  we  owe  to  thee. 

4  But  when  we  Redemption  view, 
Gaze  on  all  thy  love  could  do, 
Lord !   our  grateful  hearts  agree 
How  much  more  we  owe  to  thee. 

5  When  we  think  what  we  had  been* 
Sunk  in  sorrow,  lost  in  sin; 

Sure,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
More  than  Joy  we  owe  to  thee. 

-6  When  we  hear  our  Master  say, 

"  Death  is  vanqr.ish'd — Come  away — 
"  Heav'n  is  yours"— ^we  sure  must  sec 
More  than  Life  we  owe  to  thee. 


Second  Mornhig. — Psalm  24. 

1  Erect  your  heads,  eternal  gates, 

Unfold  to  entertain 
The  King  of  Glory ;  see !   he  come- 
With  his  celestial  train. 

2  Who  is  the  King  of  Glory  ?  who  ? 

The  Lord  for  strength  renown'd^ 


18  nrtft  d:4^. 

In  battle  mighty,  o'er  his  foes 
Eternal  victor  crown'd. 

3  Erect  your  heads,  ye  gates,  unfold 

In  state  to  entertain 
The  King  of  glory ;  see !  he  comes 
With  all  his  shining  train. 

4  Who  is  this  King  of  Glory  ?  who  ? 

The  Lord  of  hosts  renown'd : 
Of  Glory  he  alone  is  King, 
Who  is  with  glory  crown'd. 


Evenittg. — Psalm  29. 

-1  Ye  princes  that  in  might  excel, 
Your  grateful  sacrifice  prepare, 
God's  glorious  actions  loudly  tell, 
His  wondrous  pow'r  to  all  declare. 

2  To  his  great  name  fresh  altars  raise ; 

Devoutly  due  respect  afford ; 
Him  in  his  holy  temple  praise, 

Where  he's  with  solemn  state  ador'd. 

3  'Tis  he  that  with  amazing  noise' 

The  wat'ry  ciouds  in  sunder  breaks : 
The  ocean  trembles  at  his  voice, 

When  he  from  heaVn  in  thunder  speaks, 

4  How  full  of  pow'r  his  voice  appears ! 

With  what  majestic  terror  crown'd ! 
WThich  from  their  roots  tall  cedars  tears, 
And  strews  their  scatter'd  branches  round. 


ft  XT  11    DAY.  Jty 

SIXTH   DAY. 

First  Morning. — Psalm  32. 

1  He's  bless'd,  whose  sins  have  pardon  gaind? 

No  more  in  judgment  to  appear; 
Whose  guilf  remission  has  obtain'd 
And  whose  repentance  is  sincere. 

2  While  I  conceal'd  the  fretting  sore, 

My  bones  consum'd  without  relief; 
All  day  I  did  with  anguish  roar, 

But  no  complaints  assnag'd  my  grief. 

3  Heavy  on  me  thy  hand  remain'd, 

By  day  and  night  alike  distress'd, 
Till  quite  of  vital  moisture  drain'd, 

Like  land  with  summer's  draught  oppress'd; 

4  No  sooner  I  my  wound  disclos'd, 

The  guilt  that  tortur'd  me  within 
Than  thy  forgiveness  interpos'd,. 
And  mercy's  healing  balm  p.ottr'din* 

5  True  penitents  shall  thus-succeed,.. 

Who  seek  thee  whilst  thoti  may'st  be  found; 
And,  from  the  common  deluge  freed, 
Shall  see  remorseless  sinners  drown'd. 


Second,  M&rning. 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 

My  rising  soul  .suxv-eys :: 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost; 

In  wonder,  love  and  praise  ? 


20  SIXTH    DAY* 

2  Thy  providence  my  life  sustain'd, 

And  all  my  wants  redrest, 

While  in  the  silent  womb  I  layr 

Or  hung  upon  the  breast. 

3  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear ; 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learned 
To  form  themselves,  in  pray'r. 

4*  Unnumber'd  comforts  on  my  soul 
Thy  tender  care  bestow'd  ;. 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceiv'd 
From  whom  those  comforts  flow'd. 

5  When  in  the  slipp'ry  paths  of  youth, 

With  heedless  steps  1  ran; 
Thine  arm,  u  isecn,  convey'd  me  safe. 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

6  Through  ev'ry  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  pleasing  theme  renew. 

7  Through  all  eternity  to  thee> 

A  grateful  song  I'll  raise  i 
But  oh  !  eternity's  too  short 
To  utter  all  thy  praise. 


Evening. 
1  Love  divine,  all  loves  excelling, 
Joy  of  heav'n  to  earth  come  down,; 


SIXTH    DAY  21 

Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 
All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown! 

Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion! 
Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art! 

Visit  us  with  thy  salvation ! 
Enter  ev'ry  trembling  heart. 

fi  Breathe,  O  breathe  thy  loving  spirit 

Inio  ev'ry  trembling  breast  ;. 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  that  second  rest : 
Take  away  our  pow'r  of  sinning, 

Alpha  and  Omega  be, 
End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning^ 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 

2  Come,  Almighty  t©  deliver,, 

Let  us  all  thy  grace  receive  : 
Suddenly  return,  and  never, 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave  : 
Thee  we  wouid.  be  always  blessings 

Serve  thee  as  thy  hosts  above, 
Pray,  and  praise  thee  without  ceasing, 

Glory  in  thy  perfect  love. 

4  Finish  then  thy  new  creation,, 

Pure  and  spotless  let  us  be  ; 
Let  us  see  thy  great  salvation, 

Perfectly  restor'd  in  thee : 
Chang'd  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heav'n  we  take  our  place, 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder^  love,  and  praise.. 


22  SEVENTH'  DAY, 

SEVENTH    DAY. 

First  Morning. — Psalm  36. 

1  O  Lord,  thy  mercy,  my  sure  hope,. 

Above  the  heav'nly  orb  ascends ; 
Thy  sacred  truth's  unmeasur'd'&cope 
.  Beyond  the  spreading  sky  extends ; 

2  Thy  justice,  like  the  hills,-  remains ; 

Unfathom'd   depths-thy  judgments  are ;; 
Thy  providence  the  world  sustains ; 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  care. 

3  Since  of  thy  goodnass  all  partake, 

With  what  assurance  should  the  just 

Thy  shelt'ring  wings  their  refuge  maket„ 

And  saints  to  thy  protection  trust ! 

4  Such  guests  shalUo.thy  courts  be  led 

To  banquet  on  thy  love's  repast ; 
And  drink,  as  from  a  fountain's  headj 
Of  joys  that  shall  for  ever  last. 

5  With  thee  the  springs  of  life  remain ;. 

Thy  presence  is  eternal  day  : 
O  !  let  thy  saints  thy  favour  gain ; 
To  upright  hearts  thy  truth  display. 


Second  Morning. 
1  When  I  survey  thy  wond'rous  cross 
On  which  the  prince  of  glory  dy'd, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride*. 


SEVENTH    DAV.  23 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ  my  God  j 
Ail  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See  from  his 'head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  "love  flow  mingled' down! 
Did  e'er  such  love  and~sdrrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  i 

4  His  dying  crimson,  like  a  robe, 

Spreads  o'er 'his  body  on  the  tree; 
Then  am  I  dead -to  all  the  globe, 
And  ail  the  globe  is  dead  to  me. 

9 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  <5f  nature  mine} 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 


Evening. 

1  Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 

On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  -peace? 
Or  wash  away  one  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  lamb, 

Takes  all  bur  sins  away ; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  tliey% 

•3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 


24  EIGHTH    DAT. 

While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  bear 
When  hanging  on  the  cnr?ed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  lemove; 
We  bless  the  lamb  with  cheerful  voice 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 


EIGHTH    DAY. 

First  Morning. — Psalm  1-0. 

1  I  waited  meekly  for  the  Lord, 

Till  he  vouchsaf  'd  a  kind  reply  ; 
Who  did  his  gracious  ear  afford, 

And  heard  from  heav'n  my  humble  cry. 

2  He  took  me  from  the  dismal  pit, 

When  founder  d  deep  in  miry  clay  ; 
On  solid  ground  he  plac'd  my  feet, 
And  sufferd  not  my  steps  to  stray. 

3  The  wonders  he  for  me  has  wrought 

Shall  fill  my  mouth  with  songs  of  praise  ; 
And  others,  to  his  worship  brought, 
To  hopes  or  like  deliv'rance  raise. 

4  For  blessings  shall  that  man  reward, 

Who  on  th'  Almighty  Lord  relies ; 

Who  treats  the  proud  with  disregard 

And  hates  the  hypocrite's  disguise. 


EIGHTH     DAY  &} 


*, 


Second   Morning. 

\    Hark  my  soul !  it  is  I  he  Lord; 
'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word  ; 
Jesus  speaks  and  speaks  to  thee ; 
"  Say,  poor  sinner  !  Jov'st  thou  me  ? 

2  I  deliver'd  thee  when  bound, 

And  when  bleeding,  heal'd  thy  wound  ; 
Sought  thee  wand 'ring,   set  thee  right, 
Turn'd  thy  dark  riess  Into  light. 

3  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  towards  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

'  4  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above  ; 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done  ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be, 
Say,  poor  sinner!  lov'st  thou  me  r" 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee  and  adore, 

Oh  for  grace  to  love  thee  more! 


26  EIGHTH  DAT. 

Evening. 

1  Rejoice!  the  Lord  is  King, 

Your  Lord  and  King  adore : 
Mortals,    give  thanks  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore. 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice. 
Rojoice,  again  I  say,   rejoice! 

2  Jesus  the  Saviour  reigns, 

The  God  of  truth  and  love, 
When  he  had  purg'd  our  stains, 
He  took  his  seat  above  : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  &c. 

3  His  Kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heav'nj 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 
Are  to  our  Jestis  giv'n  : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  &c. 

4  He  sits  at  God's  right  -hand, 

Till  all  his  foes  submit, 
And  bow  to  his  commands, 
And  fall  beneath  his  feet. 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  &c. 

§  He  all  his  foes  shall  quell, 
Shall  all  our  sins  destroy, 
Make  every  bosom  swell 
With  pure  seraphic  joy : 

Lift  up  your  hearts,  &c.  r 

6  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 
Jesus  the  judge  shall  come, 


NINTH  DAY.  2? 

And  lake  his  servai  ts  up 
To  their  eternal  home. 
We  soon  shall  hear  the  archangel's  voice, 
The  tru.np  of  God  shall  sound,  rejoice. 

NINTH    DAY. 

First  Morning 

1   Come,  thou  fount  of  ev'rv  blessirrg, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace! 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  ceaseless  praise  : 
Teach  me,  Lord,  the  rapi'rous  measures; 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above, 
Bid- me  tell  the  countless  treasures; 

Of  my  God's  unchanging  love. 

2l  Here.  I  raise  my  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come ; 
And  I  hope  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home  : 
Jesus  6ought  me  when  a  stranger 

Wand-ring  from  the  fold  of  God; 
He  to  save  my  soul  from  danger 

Interpos'd  his  precious  blood. 

3  O!  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  J'm  constrain  d  to  be ! 
Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand'ring.. heart  to  thee  ! 
Prone  to  wander, .  Lord,   I  feel  it; 

Prone  to  leave-the  God  I  love — 
Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  ir5 

Seal.it  from  thy  courts  above. 


2#  NINTH    DAY. 

Second  Morning. — Psalm  146. 

1  Th  e  Lord  who  made  both  heav'n  and  earth, 

And  all  thai  they  contain, 
Will  never  quit  his  steadfast  truth, 
Nor  make  his  promise  vain. 

2  The  poor,  opprest,  from  all  their  wrongs 

Are  eas'd  by.  his  decree^ 
He  gives  the  hungry  needful  food,  . 
And  sets  the  pris'ners  free. 

3  By  him  the  blind  receive  their  sight, 

The  weak  and  fali'n  he  rears ; 
With  kind  regard  and  tender  love 
He  for  the  righteous  cares. 

4  The  God  that  doth  in  Sion  dwell 

Js  our  eternal  King: 
From  age  to  age  his  reign  endures, 
Let  all  his  praises  sing. 

Evening. 

1  Jesus,  thy  blood  and  righteousness  . 
My  beauty,  are,  my  glorious  dress  ; 
'Midst  flaming  worlds  in  these  array'd 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  When  irom  the  dust  of  death  I  rise 
To  take  my  mansion  in  the  skies, 
Ev'n  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea, 
"Jesus  hath  iiv'd  and  died  for  me." 

fkBold  shall  I  stand  in  that  great  day, 
fror  who  aught  to'my  charge'  shall  laV ? 


TENTH  DAY.  i9 

While  through  thy  blood  absolv'J  I  am, 
From  sin's  tremendous  curse  and  shame. 

4  Thus  Abraham  ihe  friend  of  God, 
Thus  all  the  sinners  bought  with  blood, 
Saviour  of  sinners  thee  proclaim, 
Sinners,  of  whom  the  chief  I  am., 

5  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears, 
When  ruin'd  nature  sinks  in  years; 
No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue, 
The  robe  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 

€  O!  let  the  dead  now  hear  thy  voice, 
Eid,    Lord,  thy  banish'd  ones  rejoice, 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 
Jesus,  the  Lord,  our  righteousness. 


TENTH    DAY. 
First  Morning. 

1  With  joy  we  meditate  the  gnce 

Of  ous  High  Priest  abave; 

His  heart  is.  made  of  tenderness, 

His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touch'd  with  a  svmpaihy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame : 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  same, 

3  Euf  spotless,  innocent)  and  pure, 

The  great  Redeemer  stood, 
While  Satan's  fiery  darts  lie  borex. 
And  did  resist  to  blood. 


iJO  TENTH    DAY. 

4  He  in  (he  days  of  feeble  flesh, 

P.our'd  out  his  cries  and  tears, 
Aii. I,  in  his  measure,  feels  afresh 
What  ev'ry  member  bears. 

5  He'll  never  quench  the  smoking  flax1, 

But  raise  it  to,  a  rhme , 
The  bruised  reecUhe'il  never  break, 
Nor  scorn  the  meanest  name. 

Q  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 
His  mercy  and  his  pow'r; 
We  shall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 
In  the  distressing  hour. 

Second  Morjiiug.—  Ps2im  5 1 . 

1  Ha.ve  mercy,  Lord,  on  me, 

As  thou  art  ever  kind  : 
Let. me  opprest  with  loads  of  guilt, . 
Thy  wonted  mercy  find. 

2  Wash  off  my  foul  offence, 

And  cleanse  me  from  my  sin  : 

For  I  confess  my  crime,  and  see 

How  great  my  guilt  has  bet  ii. 

3  Make  me  to  hear  with  joy 

Thy  kind  forgiving  voice, 
That  so  the  bones  which  thou  hast  broke 
May  with  fresh  strength  rejoice. 

4».Blot  out  my  crying  sins, 
Nor  me  in  anger  view  ; 
Create  in  me  a  heart  that's  clean, 
An  upright  mind  renew. 


TENTH   DAY.  31 


Withdraw  not  thou  thy  help, 
Nor  cast  me  from  thy  sight 

Nor  let  thy  Holy  Spirit  take 
Its  everlasting  flight. 


Evening, 

Join  all  the  glorious  names 

Of  wisdom,  love,  and  pow'r, 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 
That  angels  ever  bore; 
All  are  too  mean 

To  speak  his  worth, 
Too  mean  to  set 
My  Saviour  forth. 

Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

My  tongue  would  bless  thy  name; 
By  thee  the  joyful  news 
Of  our  salvation  came ; 
The  joyful  news 

Of  sin  forgiv.'n, 
Of  hell  subdu'd. 

And  peace  with  heav'n. 

I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

His  watchful  eyes' shall  keep 
My  wahd'ring  soul  among 
The  thousands  of  his  sheep : 
He  feeds  his  flock, 

He  calls  their  names 
His  bosom  bears 
The  tender  Iambs. 


#2  ELEVENTH    DAY. 

4-       Jesus  my  great  High  Priest, 
OfFer'd  his  blood  and  dy'd  ; 
My  guilty  conscience  seeks 
JNo  sacrifice  beside. 
His  pow'rful  blood 
Did  once  atone  ; 
And  now  it  pleads 
Before  the  throne. 

\5       My  dea*r  Almighty  Lord, 

My  conqu'ror  and  my  king, 
Thy  sceptre  and  thy  sword, 
Thy  reigning  grace  I  sing. 
Thine  Is  the  pow'r  j 

Behold  I  sit 
In  willing  bonds 
Beneath  thv  icet. 


ELEVENTH     DAY. 

Fhst  Morning, 

1  O  what  shall  I  do  my  Saviour  to  praise, 
So  faithful  and  true,  so  plenteous  i'ri  grace, 
So  strong  to  "deliver,  so  good  to- redeem 
The  weakest  believer  that  hangs  upon  him ! 

2  How  happy  the  mafa  whose  heart  is  set  free, 
The  people  that  can  be  joyful  in  rhee  ! 
Their  joy  is  to  walk  m  the  Light  of  thy  face, 
And  still  they  are  talking  of  Jesus's  grace. ' 

3  Their  daily  delight  shall  be  in  thy'  name, 
They  shall,  as  thtir  right,  thy  righteousness  claln. 


ELEVENTH    DAV.  33 

Thy  righteousness  wearing,  and  cleans'd  by 

thy  blood, 
Bold  shall  they  appear  in  the  presence  of  God. 

4  For  thou  art  their  boast,  their  glory  and  pow'r ; 
And  I  also  trust  to  see  the  glad  hour, 

My  soul's  new  creation,  a  life  from  the  dead ; 
The  day  of  salvation  thai  lifts  up  my  head. 

5  For  Jesus,  my  Lord,  is  now  my  defence ; 

1  trust  in  his  word,  none  plucks  me  from  thence; 
Since  I  have  found  favour,  he  all  things  will  do, 
My  king  and  my  Saviour  shall  make  me  anew, 

6  Yes,  Lord,  I  shall  see  the  bliss  of  thine  own ; 
Thy  secret  to  me  shall  soon  be  made  known ; 
For  sorrow  and  sadness  I  joy  shall  receive, 
And  share  in  the  gladness  of  all  that  believe. 


Second  Morning. — Psalm  57. 

1  O  God,  my  heart  is  fix'd,  'tis  bent, 
Its  thankful  tribute  to  present ; 

And,  with  my  heart,  my  voice  I'll  raise 
To  thee,  my  God,  in  songs  of  praise. 

2  Awake  my  glory,  ha*p  and  lute, 
No  longer  let  your  strings  be  mute, 
And  I,  my  tuneful  pait  to  take, 
Will  with  the  early  dawn  awake. 

3  Thy  praises,  Lord,  I  will  resound 
To  ai  the  list'ning  nations  round : 


"34  ELEVENTH    DAY. 

Thy  mercy  highest  heav'n  transcends ; 
Thy  truth  beyond  the  clouds  extends. 

4  Be  thou,  O  God,  exalted  high  ; 
And  as  thy  glory  fills  the  sky, 
So  let  it  be  on  earth  display'd, 
Till  thou  art  here,  as  there  obey'd. 


Evening. 

1  Oh!  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heav'nly  frame ;  . 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus,  and  his  word  ? 

3  W  hat  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoy'd  ? 

How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still  r 
But  now  I  feel  an  aching  void, 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ! 
I  hate  the  bins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast ! 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

What'er  that  idol  be, 
H*lp  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne 
And  worship  only  thee. 


TWELFTH     DAY.  $$ 

So  shall  my  walk   be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


TWELFTH    DAY. 

First  Morning. 

1  From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies,. 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 

Thro'  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 

Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord, 

Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 

Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

2  Your  lofty  themes,  ye  mortals  bring, 
In  songs  of  praise  divinely  sing ; 
The  great  salvation  loud  proclaim, 
And  shout  for  joy  the  saviour's  name. 
In  ev'ry  land  begin  the  song  j 

To  ev'ry  land  the  strains  belong ; 
In  cheerful  sounds  your  voices  raise, 
And  fill  the  world  with  loudest  praise. 


Second   Morning. 

He  dies  the  friend  of  sinners  dies  t 
Lo !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around ; 

A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies  ! 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground  I 


g6  TWELFTH    DAY. 

Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 
For  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load ! 

He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 
A  thousand  drops  of  richest  blood. 

2  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 

The  Lord  of  Glory  dies  for  man! 
But  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see, 

Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again ! 
The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb, 

(In  vain  the  tomb  forbids  his  rise) 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 

And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skie*. 

3  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints  and  tell 

How  high  our  great  Deliv'rer  reigns ; 
Sing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 

And  led  the  monster,  death,  in  chains : 
Say,  "  Live  for  ever,  wond'rous  King ! 

"  Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  !" 
Then  ask  the  monster — M  where';;  thy  sting  ? 

"And  whtre's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave?" 


Evening — Psalm  67. 

1  To  bless  thy  chosen  race, 

In  mercy  Lord,  incline ; 
And  cause  the  brightness  of  thy  face 
On  all  thy  saints  to  shioe. 

2  That  so  thy  wondrous  way 

May  through  the  world  be  known  : 
Whilst  distant  lands  their  tribute  pay, 
And  thy  salvation  own. 


THIRTEENTH    DAY,  37 

.?  Let  d  iff 'ring  nations  join 
To  celebrate  thy  fame  ; 
Let  all  the  world,  O  Lord,  combine 
To  praise  thy  glorious  name. 

4-  O  let  them  shout  and  sing 
With  joy  and  pious  mirth: 
For  thou,  the  righteous  judge  and  king, 
Shalt  govern  ail  the  earth. 

THIRTEENTH     DAY. 

First  Morning, 

1  Jesus,  where'er  thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  thy  mercy  seat ; 
Where'er  they  seek  thee,  thou  art  found, 
And  ev'ry  place  is  hallow'd  ground. 

2  For  thou,  within  no  walls  confin'd, 
Inhabitest  the  humble  mind  ; 

Such  ever  bring  thee  where  they  come, 
And  going,  take  thee  to  their  home. 

3  Dear  Shepherd  of  thy  chosen  few  I 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew ; 
Here,  to  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim 
The  sweetness  or  thy  saving  name. 

4?  Here  may  we  prove  the  pow'r  of  pray'r, 
To  strengthen  faith,  and  sweeten  care; 
To  teach  our  faint  desires  to  rise, 
And  bring  all  heav'n  before  our  eyes. 


38  THIRTEENTH    DAV. 

Second  Morning. — Psalm  1  46. 

I   O  praise  (he  Lord,  and  thou,  my  soul, 
For  ever  bless  his  namej 
His  wondrous  love,  while  life  shall  last, 
My  constant  praise  shall  claim : 

5  On  kings,   the  greatest  sons  of  men, 
Let  none  for  aid  rely  : 
They  cannot  save  in  dang'rous  times, 
Nor  timely  help  apply. 

3  Depriv'd  of  breath,  to  dust  they  turn, 

And  there  neglected  lie, 
And  all  their  thoughts  and  vain  designs 
Together  with  them  die. 

4  Then  happy  he,  who  Jacob's  God 

For  his  protector  takes  ; 
Who  still,  with  well-plac'd  hope,  the  Lord 
His  constant  refuge  makes. 


Evening, 

1  O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free ! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  the  blood, 
So  freely  spilt  for  me  ! 

2  A  heart  resignM,  submissive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 


FOURTEENTH  DAY.  39 

3  A  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean; 
W  hich  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within : 

4  A  heart  in  ev'ry  thought  renewed, 

And  full  of  love  divine; 
Perfect  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord  of  thine ! 

5  My  heart,  thou  know'st  can  never  rest, 

Till  thou  create  my  peace ; 
Till  of  my  Eden  re-possest, 
From  ev'ry  sin  I  cease. 

6  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart, 

Come  quickly  from  above ; 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  love. 


FOURTEENTH    BAY. 

First  Morning. — Psalm  149, 
O  praise  ye  the  Lord, 

Prepare  your  glad  voice 
His  praise  in  the  great 

Assembly  to  sing, 
In  our  great  Creator 

Let  Isr'el  rejoice ; 
And  children  of  Sion 
£e  giad  in  their  king. 


40  FOURTEENTH  DAY, 

2  Let  them  his  great  name 

Exto!  in  the  dance; 
With  timbrel  and  harp 

His  praises  express, 
Who  always  takes  pleasure 

His  saints  to  advance, 
And  with  his  solvation 

The  humble  to  bless. 

3  Ey  angels  in  heav'n 

Of  ev'ry  degree, 
And  saints  upon  earth 

All  praise  be  address'd  ; 
To  God  in  three  persons, 

One  God  ever  bless'd  ;     . 
As  it  has  been,  now  is, 

And  alwavs  shall  be. 


Second  Morning, 

1  Jesus!  and  »haU  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee! 
Asham'd  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  thro'  endless  days  ! 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus !  sooner  far 
Let  ev'ning  blush  to  own  a  star; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus !  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon  : 
'Tis  midnight  wirh  my  soul,  till  he, 
Bright  morning  star!  bids  darkness  flee. 


FOURTEENTH  t>AY.  41 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus !  that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heav'n  depend; 
No,  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

3  Asham'd  of  7esus!  yeg,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tears  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quejl,  no  soul  to  save. 

5  Tilt  then,  sor  is  my  boasting  vain* 
Till  then,  I  boast  a  Saviour  siain, 
And  O  !  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Saviour  not  asham'd  of  me. 


Evening. 

1  Salvation!  O  the  joyful  sound  I 

What  pleasure  to  our  ears  1 
A  sov'reign  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 

A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

Cho.  Glory,   honour,  praise  and  power 
Be  unto  the  lamb  for  ever  I 
Jesus  Christ  is  our  Redeemer  I 

Hallelujah  praise  the  Lftrd  ! 

2  Salvation !  let  the  echo  n*y 

The  spacious  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 


42  FIFTEENTH    DAY 

3  Salvation  !  O  thou  bleeding  lamb ! 
To  thee  the  praise  belongs : 
Salvation  shall  inspire  our  hearts, 
And  dwell  upon  our  tongues. 

FIFTEENTH    DAY. 

First  Morning, — Psalm   14-8. 

1  Ye  boundless  realms  of  joy, 
Exalt  your  Maker's  fame  ; 
His  praise  your  songs  employ 
Above  the  starry  frame; 
Your  voices  raise, 
Ye  cherubim 
And  seraphim, 
To  sing  his  praise. 

41  Thou  moon  that  rul'st  the  night, 
And  sun  that  guid'st  the  day. 
Ye  glitt'ring  stars  of  light, 
To  him  your  homage  pay ; 
His  praise  declare, 
Ye  heav'ns  above, 
And  clouds  that  move 
In  liquid  air. 

3  Let  them  adore  the  Lord 
And  praise  his  holy  name, 
By  whose  almighty  word 
They  all  from  nothing  came. 


FIFTEENTH     DAY.  i»3 

And  all  shall  last, 
From  changes  free  : 
His  firm  decree 

Stands  ever  fast. 


Second  Morning. — Psalm  89. 

\  Blest  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know 
The  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
Peace  shall  attend  the  pain  they  go, 
And  light  their  steps  surround. 

2  Their  joy  shall  bear  their  spirits  up, 

Through  their  Redeemer's  name: 
His  righteousness  exalts  their  hope, 
Nor  Satan  dares  condemn. 

3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence, 

Strength  and  salvation  gives : 
Israel,  thy  king  for  ever  reigns, 
Thy  God  for  ever  lives. 


Evening. 

1  Children  of  the  heav'nly  king, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  traveling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  ^ee. 


44  SIXTEENTH   DAY. 

3  O  ye  banisti'd  seed  !   be  glad  ; 
Christ  our  advocate  is  made  j 
Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes, 
Brother  to  our  souta  becomes. 

4  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  bTest, 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest ; 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepared, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

£  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  son, 
Bids  you  undismay'd  go  on. 

&  Lord  !  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Onlv  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  stiii  will  follow  thee  ! 

SIXTEENTH     DAY. 
First  Morning. 

1  Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 

Ye  nations,  bow  with  saered joy; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone ; 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sov'reign  pow'r,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us.  men  : 
And  when  like  wand  ring  sheep  we  stray'dj 
JHe  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 


SIXTEENTH    DAY,  45 

3  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  wstn  thankful  songs 

High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raise  ; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand   tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  piaise* 

4  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command  * 

Vast  as  eternity  thy  love  ! 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  shall  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move, 


Second  Morning: 

1  There  is  a  fountain  filPd  with  blood 

Drawn  from  Emmanuel's  veins; 
And  sinners  plung'd  beneaih  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 

And  there  have  I,  as  rile  as  he, 

Wash'd  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  lamb!  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  pow'r, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  sav'd  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  1  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song 

Til  sdng  thy  pow'r  to  6av£, 


46  SIXTEENTH   DAY. 

When  this  poor  lisping  stamm'ring  tongue' 
Lies  silent  in  ihe  grave. 

6  Lord,  I  believe  thou  hast  prepar'd 
(Unworthy  though  I  be) 
For  me  a  blood  bought  free  reward, 
A  golden  harp  for  me  ! 

?  Tis  strung,  and  tun'd,  for  endless  years, 
And  form'ri  by  pow'r  divine, 
To  sound  in  God  the  Father's  ears 
No  other  name  but  thine. 


Evening. — Plasm  67. 

1  O  God  of  hosts,  the  mighty  Lord, 

How  lovely  is  the  place, 
Where  thou,  entffronM  in  glory,  shew'st 
The  brightness  of  thy  face ! 

2  My  longing  soul  faints  with  desire 

To  view  thy  blest  abode : 
My  panting  heart  and  flesh  cry  out 
For  thee  the  living  God. 

3  The  birds,  more  happv  far  than  I, 

Around  thy  temple  throng; 
Securely  there  they  build,  and  there 
Securely  hatch  their  young. 

4  O  Lord  of  hosts,  mv  king  and  God, 

How  highly  blest  are  they, 
Who  in  thy  temple  always  dwell, 
And  there  thy  praise  display  ! 


SEVENTEENTH     DAY.  47 

5  Thrice  happy  they,  whose  choice  has  thee 

Their  sure  protection  made  ; 
Who  long  to  tread  the  sacred  ways 
That  to  thy  dwelling  lead. 

6  They  thus  proceed  from  strength  to  strength, 

And  still  approach  more  near, 
Till  all  on  Sion's  holy  Mount 
Before  their  God  appear. 

SEVENTEENTH    DAY. 

First  Morning, 

1  Wjnter  has  a  joy  for  me, 

While  the  Saviour's  charms  I  read, 
Lowly,   meek,  from  blemish  free, 
In  the  snow-drop' s  pensive  head. 

2  Spring  returns  and  brings  along 

Lite-invigorating  suns : 
Hark!  the  turtle's  plaintive  song 
Seems  to  speak  his  dying  groans ! 

3  Summer  has  a  thousand  charms, 

All  expressive  of  his  worth ; 
*Tis  his  sun  that  lights  and  warms, 
His  the  air  that  cools  the  earth. 

4  What  has  autumn  left  to  say  ? — 

Nothing  of  a  Saviour's  grace  ? 
Yes,  the  beams  of  milder  day 
Tell  me  of  his  smiling  lace. 


48  SEVENTEENTH    DAY. 

5  Light  appears  with  early  dawn, 

•While  the  sun  makes  haste  to  rise; 
See  his  hleediug  beauties  drawn 
On  the  blubhes  of  the  skies. 

£  Ev'ning  with  a  silent  pace, 
Slowly  moving  in  the  west, 
Shews  an  emblem  of  his  grace, 
Points  to  an  eternal  rest. 


Second  Morning, 

\  Laden  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 
I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord  ; 
And  not  a  glimpse  of  hope  appears, 
But  in  thy  written  word. 

2  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 

Does  all  my  grief  assuage : 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
Almost  in  ev'ry  page. 

3  This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown; 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wise 
Who  makes  the  pearl  his  own. 

4  Here  consecrated  water  flows 

To  quench  my  thirst  of  sin ; 
Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
Nor  danger  d"F. -Us  therein. 

5  This  is  the  judge  that  ends  the  strife, 

Where  wit  and  reason  fail; 


SEVENTEENTH    DAY.  49 

My  guide  to  everlasting  life, 
Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

6  O  !  may  thy  councils,  mighty  God! 
My  roving  feet  command  ; 
Nor  I  forsake  the  happy  road, 
That  leads  to  thv  right  hand. 


Evening. 

1  Our  days,  alas!  oar  mortal  days 

Are  short  and  wretched  too  ; 
"  Evil  and  few,"  the  patriarch  says ; 
And  well  the  patriarch  knew. 

2  'Tis  but,  at  best,  a  narrow  bound, 

That  heav'n  allows  to  men  ; 
And  pains  and  sins  run  through  the  round 
Of  threescore  years  and  ten. 

3  Well,  if  ye  must  be  sad  and  few, 

Run  on,  my  days,  in  haste  ; 
Moments  of  sin,   and  months  of  woe, 
Ye  cannot  fly  too  fast. 

i  Let  heav'nly  love  prepare  my  soul, 
And  call  her  to  the  skies, 
Where  years  of  long  salvation  roll, 
And  glory  never  dies. 


£0  EIGHTEENTH    HAY. 

EIGHTEENTH     DAY. 

First  Morning. 

1  Lord,   art  thou   all-seeing?    'midst  that 

blaze  of  glory, 
The  failings  of  mortals  dost  thou  descry  ? 
"Shall  ev'ry  bosom  be  display'd  before  thee  ? 

Each  wand'ring  thought  that's  flitting, 
Each  word  my  lip  that'?  quitting, 
Each  deed  my  hand's  committing, 
Scann'd  by  thine  eye } 

2  Lord,  art  thou  all-just?  and  do  thy  lawi 

unerring, 
The  children  of  guilt  to  vengeance  consign  ! 
What's  this  within  me,  fear  and  horror  stirring  • 
'TirConcience  deeply  wounded, 
That  bids  me  think,   confounded, 
If  sin's  by  death  surrounded, 
What  fate  is  mine? 

3  Lord,    art   thou  all-pow'rful?    Author  o: 

Creation! 
What  madness  /or  mortals  thine  arm  to  dare 

Js  it  too  late  for  humble  adoration  ? . 

In  frowns  his  brows  are  bending, 
Th'  avenging  stroke's  descending, 
Hope's  last  taint  strain  is  ending, 
Lost  in  despair ! 

4  But   thou    art   all-good — Away  with  evV) 

tremor — 
The  beamings  of  mercy  burst  thro'  the  gloom 


EIGHTEENTH  DAY.  51 

Welcome,    my    Saviour!    Welcome,    my    Re- 
deemer ! 
I  hear  his  voice  inviting, 
My  languid  faith  exciting, 
My  raptur'd  soul  delighting — 
Lord,  Lord,  I  come  1 


Second  Morning, — Psalm  90. 

1  O  God  !  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

2  Under  the  shadow  of  thy  throne 

Still  may  we  dwell  secure ! 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  sure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

4  A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight 

Are  like  an  ev'ning  gone ; 
Short  as  the  watch,  that  <mds  the  night 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

5  The  busy  tribes  of  flesh  and  blood, 

With  a')  thtir  cares  and  fears, 
Are  carry'd  downward  by  the  flood, 
And  lost  in  foil' wing  years. 


,52  EIGHTEENTH     DA¥. 

6  Time,  like  an  ever  rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away  ; 
They  fly  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 

7  O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come : 
Be  thou  our  guard,  while  life  shall  last, 
And  our  eternal  home  1 


Evening. 

1  Begone,  unbelief, 

My  Saviour  is  near, 
And  for  my  relief 

Will  surely  appear : 
By  pray'r  let  me  wrestle, 

And  he  will  perform ; 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel, 

I  smile  at  the  storm. 

2  Tho'  dark  be  my  way, 

Since  he  is  my  guide, 
'Tis  mine  to  obey, 

'Tis  his  to  provide ; 
Tho'  cisterns  be  broken, 

And  creatures  all  fail, 
The  word  he  has  spoken 

Shall  surely  prevail. 

3  His  love  in  time  past 

Forbids  me  to  think 
He'll  leave  me  at  last 
In  trouble  to  sink; 


EIGHTEENTH    DAY.  £3 

Each  sweet  Ebenezer 

I  have  in  review, 
Confirms  his  good  pleasure 

To  help  me  quite  through. 

4  Determin'd  to  save, 

He  watch'd  o'er  my  path, 
When,  Satan's  blind  slave, 

I  sported  with  death ; 
And  can  he  have  tbught  me 

To  trust  in  his  name, 
And  thus  far  have  brought  me, 

To  put  me  to  shame  ? 

5  Why  should  I  complain 

Of  want  or  distress, 
Temptation  or  pain  ? 

He  told  me  no  less : 
The  heirs  of  salvation, 

I  know  from  his  word, 
Thro'  much  tribulation 

Must  follow  their  Lord, 

6  How  bitter  that  cup, 

No  heart  can  conceive, 
Which  he  drank  quite  up, 

That  sinners  might  live ! 
His  way  was  much  rougher 

And  darker  than  mine ; 
Did  Jesus  thus  suffer, 

And  shall  I  repine  ? 


54  N  IN  T  BEN  T  H     DA  Y . 

7   Since  all  that  I  meet 

Shall  work  for  my  good  ; 
The  bitter  is  sweet, 

The  med'eine  is  food  : 
Tho'  painful  at  present, 

'Twill  cease  before  long, 
And  then,  oh !  how  pleasant 

The  conqueror's  song. 

KIKTEEKTH     DAY. 

First  Morning* 

1  Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 

Where  love  inspires  the  breast : 
Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 
And  strengthens  all  the  rest. 

2  Knowledge,  alas !  'tis  all  in  vain, 

And  all  in  vain  our  fear.; 
Our  stubborn  sins  will  fight  and  reign. 
If  love  be  absent  there. 

3  'Tis  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet 

In  su ift  obedience  move; 
The  devils  know,  and  tremble  too  j 
But  Satan  cannot  love. 

4-  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings, 
When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease ; 
'Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings 
In  the  sweet  realms  of  bliss. 


NINTEENTH    BAY.  56 

if  Before  we  quite  forsake  our  clay, 
Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 
The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away 
To  see  our  smiling  God. 


Second  Morning. — Psalm  95. 

1  O  come,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing, 
Loud  thanks  to  our  almighty  King, 
For  we  our  voices  high  should  raise, 
When  our  salvation's  rock  we  praise. 

2  Into  his  presence  let  us  haste, 
To  thank  him  for  his  favours  past 
To  him  address,  in  joyful  songs, 
The  praise  that  to  his  name  belongs. 

3  For  God,  the  Lord,  enthron'd  in  state, 
Is  with  unrivall'd  glory  great; 

A  king  superior  far  to  all, 

Whom  gods  the  heathen  falsely  call. 

4  The  depths  of  earth  are  in  his  hand, 
Her  secret  wealth  at  his  command  ; 
The  strength  of  hills  that  reach  the  skies, 
Subjected  to  his  empire  lies. 

5  O  let  us  to  his  courts  repair, 
And  bow  with  adoration  there  ! 
Down  on  uur  knees  devoutly  all 
Before  the  Lord,  our  maker,  fall. 


56  N  IN  TEEN  Til   DAY. 


Evening, 

\  Father  of  heav'n!  whose  gracious  hand 
Dispenses  good  in  boundless  store, 
May  ev'ry  breath  thy  praise  expand, 
And  ev'ry  heart  thy  name  adore  ! 

2  Great  Lord!   may  all  our  waken'd  pow'rs 

To  spread  thy  sway  exulting  join, 
Till  we  shall  dare  to  think  thee  our's, 
And  thou  shalt  deign  to  call  us  thine. 

3  Whatever  thy  will,  may  we  display 

Hearts  that  submit  without  a  sigh; 
Whate'er  thy  law,  may  we  obey, 
Like  raptur'd  saints,  and  feel  it  joy. 

4  Vouchsafe  us  what  our  wants  require, 

This  fleeting  life  in  peace  to  spend, 
But  bid  our  wishes,  Lord,   aspire 
To  grasp  the  life  that  cannot  end. 

5  Our  countless  crimes  with  mercy  view, 

For  Jesus'  sake  their  guilt  remove  ; 
And  teach  us,  Lord,  to  pardon  too, 
That  thou  may'st  see  a  world  of  love. 

6  Protect  us  when  temptation's  near, 

Keep  us  from  pride  and  passion  frtt9 
Shield  us  from  sin  and  sorrow  here, 
And  bring  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  thee. 


TWENTIETH    DAY.  57 

TWENTIETH     DAY. 

First  Mor?iing. — Psalm  103. 

1  My  soul,  inspir'd  with  sacred  love, 

God's  holy  name  for  ever  bless; 
Of  all  his  favours  mindful  prove, 

And  stiil  thy  grateful  thanks  express. 

2  'Tis  he  that  all  thy  sins  forgives, 

And  after  sickness  makes  thee  sound  ; 
From  danger  he  thy  life  retrieves, 

By  him  with  grace  and  mercy  crown*'1 

3  The  Lord  abounds  with  tender  love 

And  unexampled  acts  of  grace; 
His  waken'd  wrath  doth  slowly  move, 
His  willing  mercy  flies  apace. 

4  As  high  as  heav'n  its  arch  extends 

Above  this  little  spot  of  clay; 
So  much  his  boundless  love  transcends 
The  small  respect  that  we  can  pay. 

5  As  far  as  'tis  from  east  to  west, 

So  far  has  he  our  sins  remov  d, 
Who,  with  a  father's  tender  breast, 
Has  such  as  fear  him  always  lov'd. 

6  Let  evYy  creature  jointly  bless 

The  mighty  Lord :  and,  thou  my  heart, 
With  grateful  joy  thy  thanks  express, 
And  in  this  concert  bear  thy  parL 


58  TWENTIETH    DAT. 

Second  Morning, 

1  My  former  hopes  are  fled, 

My  terror  now  begins ; 
I  feel,  alas !  that  I  am  dead 
In  trespasses  and  sins. 

2  Ah  whither  shall  I  fly ! 

I  hear  the  thunder  roar : 
The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 
And  vengeance  at  the  door. 

3  When  I  review  my  ways, 

1  dread  impending  doom  ; 
But  sure  a  friendly  whisper  says, 
*  Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come/* 

4  I  see,   or  think  I  see, 

A  glimm'ring  from  afar  ? 
A  beam  of  day  that  shines  for  me, 
To  save  me  from  despair. 

5  Forerunner  of  the  sun, 

It  marks  the  pilgrim's  way; 
I'll  gaze  upon  it  while  I  run, 
And  watch  the  rising  day. 


Evening. 

I  Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light : 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  king  of  kings, 
Under  thy  own  almighty  wings. 


TWENTIETH     DAY.  59 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ills  that  I  this  day  have  done  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed ; 
Teach  me  to  die,   that  so  I  may 
With  joy  behold  the  judgment  day. 

4  O  may  my  soul  on  thee  repose  ! 

And  with  sweel  sleep  mine  eye-lids  close  j 
Sleep,  that  mav  me  more  active  make, 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

5  When  restless  in  the  night  I  lie, 

My  soul  with  heav'niy  thoughts  supply; 
Let*  no  ill  dreams  cisturb  my  rest, 
No  pow'rs  of  darkness  me  molest. 

6  Lord,  let  mv  soul  for  ever  share 
The  bliss  of  thy  paternal  care; 

'Tis  heav'n  on  earth,  'tis  heav'n  above, 
To  see  thy  face  and  sing  thy  love. 

7  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow  J 
Praise  him  all  rreaiurts  here  below; 
Praise  him  above,  angelic  host ; 

Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


(SO  TWENTY-FIRST    DAY. 

TWENTY-FIRST    DAY. 

First  Morning, 

1  Othoii,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 
The  darkness  shineth  as  (he  light, 
Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  thee; 
O  burst  these  bonds,  and  set  it  free  ! 

2  Wash  out  its  stains,  refine  its  dross, 
Nail  my  affections  to  the  cross ! 
Hallow  each  thought ;   let  all  within 
Be  clean  as  thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 

S  If,  in  this  darksome  wild,  I  stray, 
Be  thou  my  light,  be  thou  my  way; 
No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 
No  fraud,  while  thou,   my  God,  art  near. 

J.  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'ertlow, 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, 
Jesus,  thy  timely  aid  impart, 
And  raise  my  head  and  cheer  my  heart. 

>  Saviour,  where'er  thv  steps  I  see, 
Dauntless,  untir'd  I  follow  thee; 
O  let  thy  hand  support  me  still, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill! 

If  rough  and  thorny  be  the  way, 
My  strength  proportion  to  my  day ; 
Till  toil,  and  grief,  and  pain  shall  cease, 
Where  all  is  calm,  and  joy,  and  peace. 


TWENTY-FIRST    DAY.  61 

Second  Morning. 

1   Sing  we  praises  to  the  Lord; 

Hallelujah. 
Bless  his  name  with  one  accord ; 

Hallelujah. 
For  'tis  owing  to  his  care, 

Hallelujah. 
What  we  have,  and  what  we  are. 

Hallelujah. 


2  He  first  made  us  by  his  pow'r 
He  preserves  us  ev'ry  hour ; 
Food  and  raiment  all  are  his ; 
Present  comfort,  future  bliss. 


Hallelujah. 
Hallelujah 
Hallelujah. 
Hallelujah. 


3  He  directs  our  steps  by  day, 
Pointing  out  the  safest  way  ; 
And,  at  night,  in  mercy  still, 
Guards  us  from  ah  kinds  of  ill. 


Hallelujah, 

Hallelujah. 

Hallelujah. 

Hallelujah. 

4  God  forgave  us,  when  undone, 

Hallelujah. 
And  redeem'd  us  by  his  Son ; 

Hallelujah. 


62  TWENTY-SECOND   DAY. 

Raise  your  voices,  then,  and  sing 

Hallelujah. 

Thanks  to  heav'n's  eternal  King. 

Hallelujah. 


Evening. — Psnlm  1 06. 

1  O  render  thanks  to  God  above, 
The  fountain  of  eternal  love ! 
Whose  mercy,  firm  through  goes  past, 
Has  stood  and  shall  for  ever  la&t. 

2  Who  can  his  mighty  deeds  express? 
Not  only  vast,    but  numberless  ! 
What  mortal  eloquence  can  raise 
His  tribute  of  immortal  praise? 

3  Happy  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  from  thy  judgments  never  stray  : 
Wrho  know  what's  right,  not  only  so, 
But  always  practice  what  they  know. 

4  Extend  to  me  that  favour,    Lord, 
Thou  to  thv  chosen  dost  afford  : 
When  thou  return'st  to  set  them  free, 
Let  thy  salvation  visit  me. 


TWENTY-SKCOND    DAY. 

First  Morning. 

1   Go  worship  at  Immanuel's  feet9 
See  in  his  face  what  wonders  meet! 
Earth  is  too  narrow  to  express 
His  worth,  his  glory,  or  his  grace. 


TWENTY-SECOND   DAT  68 

2  Is  he  compar'd  to  wine  or  bread  ? 

Dear  Lord,  our  souls  would  thus  be  fed ; 
That  flesh,  that  dying  blood  of  thine, 
Is  bread  of  lite,  is  heavn'ly  wine. 

3  Is  he  a  tree  ?  The  world  receives 
Salvation  from  his  healing  leaves : 

That  righteous  branch,  that  fruitful  bough, 
Is  David's  root  and  offspring  too. 

4  Is  he  a  rose  ?  Not  Sharon  yields 
Such  fragrancy  in  all  her  fields : 
Or  if  the  lily  he  assume, 

The  valiies  bless  the  rich  perfume. 

5  Is  he  a  rock?  How  firm  he  proves ! 
The  rock  of  ages  never  moves ; 

Yet  the  sweet  streams  that  from  him  flow, 
Attend  us  all  the  desert  thro'. 

6  Is  he  a  way  ?  He  leads  to  God ; 
The  path  is  drawn  in  lines  of  blood ; 
There  would  I  walk  with  hope  and  zeal, 
Till  I  arrive  at  Sion's  hill. 

7  O  let  me  climb  those  higher  skies, 
Where  storms  and  darkness  never  rise; 
There  he  displays  his  pow'rs  abroad, 
And  shines  and  reigns  th7  incarnate  God. 


Second  Morning. 

PART    SECOND. 

1  The  whole  creation  can  afford 
But  some  faint  shadows  of  my  Lord  j 


64  TWENTY-SECOND    DAY. 

Nature,  to  make  his  beauties  known, 
Must  mingle  colours  not  her  own. 

2  Is  he  design'd  a  corner  s'one, 

For  men  to  buiid  their  heav'n  upon? 
I'll  make  him  my  foundation  too, 
Nor  fear  the  piots  of  hell  beiow. 

3  K  he  a  temple?   I  adore 

Th'  in-dwelling  majesty  and  pow'r; 
.And  stiil  to  this  most  holy  place, 
Whene'er  I  pray,  I  turn  my  face. 

4  Is  he  a  st.ir  ?   He  breaks  the  night, 
Piercing  the  shades  with  dawning  light; 
I  know  his  glories  from  afar, 

I  know  the  bright,  the  morning  star. 

5  Is  he  a  sun  :  His  beams  are  grace, 
His  course  is  jov  and  righteousness: 
Nations  rejoice  when  he  appears 

To  chase  their  clouds  and  dry  their  tears. 

6  Not  earth,  nor  seas,  nor  sun,  nor  stars, 
Nor  heav'n  his  full  resemblance  bears; 
His  beauties  we  can  never  trace, 

Till  we  behold  him  face  to  face. 


Evening* 

I  will  praise  thee  evVv  day. 
Now  thine  anger's  turn'd  away] 
Comfortable  thoughts  arise 
From  the  bleeding  sacrifice  ; 


TWENTY-THIRD   DAY.  65 

2  Here,  in  the  fair  gospel-field, 
Wells  of  free  salvation  yield 
Streams  of  life,  a  plenteous  store, 
And  my  soul  shall  thirst  no  more. 

3  Jesus  is  become  at  length 

My  salvation  and  my  strength ; 
And  his  praises  shall  prolong, 
While  I  live,  my  pleasant  song. 

4  Praise  ye,  then,  his  glorious  name, 
Publish  his  exalted  fame  ! 

Still  his  worth  your  praise  exceeds, 
Excellent  are  all  his  deeds. 

6  Raise  again  the  joyful  sound, 
Let  the  nations  roll  it  round  ; 
Zion,  shout,  for  this  is  he, 
God  the  Saviour  dwells  in  thee. 


TWENTY-THIRD    DAY. 

First  Morning. — Psalm  113. 

1  Ye  saints  and  servants  of  the  Lord, 
The  triumphs  of  his  name  record  ; 

His  sacred  name  for  ever  bless : 
Where'er  the  circling  sun  display* 
His  rising  beams  or  setting  rays, 

Due  praise  to  his  great  name  address. 

2  God  through  the  world  extends  his  sway, 
The  regions  of  eternal  day 


66  TWENTY-THIRD   DAT. 

But  shadows  of  his  glory  are : 
With  him  whose  majesty  excels, 
Who  made  the  heav'n  in  which  he  dwells, 

Let  no  created  pow'r  compare. 

3  Though  'tis  beneath  his  state  to  view 
In  highest  heav'n  what  angels  do, 

Yet  he  on  earth  vouchsafes  his  care  : 
He  takes  the  needy  from  his  cell, 
Advancing  him  in  courts  to  dwell, 

Companion  to  the  greatest  there. 


Second  Morning. 

1  Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears, 
And  gird  the  gospel  armour  on ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 

Where  thy  great  Captain-Saviour's  gone, 

£  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course, 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquish'd  foes ; 
Thy  Jesus  nail'd  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose. 

3  What  tho'  the  prince  of  darkness  rage, 

And  waste  the  fury  of  his  spite; 
Eternal  chains  confine  him  down 
To  fi'ry  deeps,  and  endless  night. 

4  What  tho'  thine  inward  lusts  rebel, 

Tis  but  a  struggling  gasp  for  life ; 
The  weapons  of  victorious  grace 
Shall  sky  thy  sins  and  end  the  strife. 


TWENTY-THIRD     DAY.  67 

o  Rise  then,  my  soul,  march  boldly  on, 
Press  forward  to  the  heav'nly  gate ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glitt'ring  robes  for  conqu'rors  wail. 

6  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 


Evening. 

1  Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name ! 

And  humbly  own  to  thee 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  worms  are  we. 

2  Our  wasting  lives  grow  shorter  still, 

A.s  months  and  days  increase  ; 
And  ev'ry  beating  pulse  we  tell 
Leaves  but  the  number  less. 

3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 

The  breath  that  first  it  gave ; 

Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 

We're  traveling  to  the  grave. 

4  Dangers  stand  thick  through  all  the  ground, 

To  push  us  to  the  tomb ; 
And  fierce  diseases  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

$  Great  God !  on  what  a  slender  thread 
Hang  everlasting  things ! 


68  TWENTY-FOURTH     DAY. 

Th'  eternal  state  of  all  the  dead, 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings ! 

fe  Infinite  joy  or  endless  woe 
Attends  on  ev'ry  breath ; 
And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death ! 

7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 
To  walk  this  dang'rous  road  ; 
And,   if  our  soujs  are  hurry'd  hence, 
May  they  be  found  with  God ! 


TWENTY-FOURTH    DAY, 

First  Morning. 

Let  earth  and  heav'n  agree, 
Angels  and  men  be  join'd 
To  celebrate  with  me 

The  Saviour  of  mankind ; 
T'  adore  the  all-atoning  Lamb, 
And  bless  the  sound  of  Jesu's  name. 

Jesus !  transporting  sound  ! 

The  joy  of  earth  and  heav'n, 
No  other  help  is  found, 
No  other  name  is  giv'n 
By  which  we  can  salvation  have ! 
But  Jesus  came  the  world  to  save. 

Jesus!  harmonious  name! 
It  charms  the  hosts  above; 
They  evermore  proclaim, 
And  wonder  at  his  love ; 


TWENTY-FOURTH    DAT  69 

'Tis  all  their  bliss  to  sing  his  grace, 
'Tis  heav'n  to  see  our  Jesu's  face. 

His  name -the  sinner  hears, 
And  is  from  sin  set  free; 
'Tis  music  in  his  ears, 
'Tis  life  and  victory, 
New  songs  do  now  his  lips  employ. 
And  dances  his  glad  heart  for  joy. 


Second  Morni?ig. — Psalm  1 1 6 

1  What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 

For  all  his  kindness  shewn  ! 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  thine  house, 

My  off' ring  shall  be  paid, 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

S  How  much  is  mercv  thy  delight, 
Thou  ever  blessed  God  ! 
How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight! 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 

4  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me ! 
My  life  which  thou  hast  made  thy  cure, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

Nor  shall  my  purpose  move  ; 


TO  TWENTY-FOURTH     DAY. 

Thy  hand  hath  loos'd  my  bands  of  pain 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Here  in  thy  courts,  I  leave  my  vow, 
And  thy  rich  grace  record  : 
Witness,   ye  saints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forsake  the  Lord. 


Evening. 

1  Lord,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this 

That  yields  us  no  supply, 
No  cheering  fruits,  no  welcome  trees, 
No  streams  of  living  joy  ? 

2  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode 

Lies  through  this  horrid  land  ; 
Lord !  we  would  keep  the  heav'nly  road, 
And  run  at  thy  command. 

3  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 

But  we  march  upward  still ; 
Forget  these  troubles  of  the  ways 
And  reach  at  Zion's  hill. 

4  See  the  kind  angels  at  the  gates 

Inviting  us  to  come  ! 
There  Jesus  the  forerunner  waits, 
To  welcome  travelers  home  ! 

5  There,  on  a  green  and  flow'ry  mount 

Our  weary  souls  shall  sit, 
And,  with  transporting  joys,  recount 
The  labours  of  our  kct 


TWENTY-FIFTH    DAY.  71 

6  Eternal  glories  to  the  King 

That  brought  us  safely  through, 
Our  tongue  shall  never  cease  to  sing, 
And  endless  praise  renew. 

TWENTY-FIFTH     DAY. 

First  Morning. — Psalm  121. 

1  To  Sion's  hill  I  lift  my  eyes, 

From  thence  expecting  aid, 
From  Sion's  hill,  and  Sion's  God, 
Who  heav'n  and  earth  has  made. 

2  Rest  then,  my  soul,  in  safety  rest, 

Thy  guardian  will  not  sleep  : 
His  watchful  care  who  Israel  guards, 
Will  Israel  safely  keep. 

3  Sheltered  beneath  th'  Almighty's  wing, 

Thou  shalt  securely  rest, 
Where  neither  sun  nor  moon  shall  thee 
By  day  or  night  molest. 

4  At  home,  abroad,  in  peace,  in  war, 

Thy  God  shall  thee  defend ; 
Conduct  thee  through  life's  piigrimages 
Safe  to  thy  journey's  end. 


Second  Morning. 

WHY"should  the  children  of  a  king 
Go  mourning  all  their  days  ; 

Great  comforter!  descend,  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 


72  TWENTY- FIFTH    DAY. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  thv  saints, 

And  seal  them  heirs  of  heav'n  ? 
When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  shew  my  sins  forgiv'n  ! 

* 

3  Assure  my  concience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come ; 
And  thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Will  safe  convey  me  home. 


Evening. 

1  Plung'd  in  a  gulph  of  dark  despair, 
We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheering  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

Q  With  pitying  eyes,  the  Prince  of  grace 
Beheld  our  helpless  gn'ef; 
He  saw,  and  (O  amazing  love  !) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled, 
Enter'dHhe  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  O !  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break, 


T  WENT  V- SIXTH   DAY.  K 

And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

5  Yes,  we  will  praise  thee,  dearest  Lord ! 
Our  souls  are  all  on  flame  ; 
Hosanna  round  the  spacious  earth 
To  thine  adored  name. 

TWENTY-SIXTH     DAY. 

First  Morning. — Psalm  122. 

1  O  'twas  a  joyful  sound  to  hear 

Our  tribes  devoutly  say, 
Up,  Israel,  to  the  temple  haste, 
And  keep  your  festal  day. 

2  'Tis  thither,   by  divine  command, 

The  tribes  of  God  repair, 
Before  his  ark  to' celebrate 

His  name  with  praise  and  pray'r. 

3  O,  pray  we  then  for  Salem's  peace, 

For  they  shall  prosp'rous  be, 
(Thou  holy  city  of  our  God !) 
Who  bear  true  love  to  thee. 

4-  May  peace  within  thy  sacred  walls 
A  constant  guest  be  found, 
With  plenty  and  prosperity 
Thy  palaces  be  crown'd. 

5  For  my  dear  brethren's  sake,  and  friend* 
No  less  than  brethren  dear, 
I'll  pray — may  peace  in  Salem's  tow'rs 
A  constant  e.u^t  appear. 


74  TWENTY-SIXTH    DAY. 

6  But  most  of  all  I'll  seek  thy  good, 
And  ever  wish  thee  well, 
For  Sion  and  (he  Temple's  sake, 
Where  God  vouchsafes  to  dwell. 


Second  Morning. 

1  Lo  !  he  comes  with  clouds  descending, 

Once  for  favour'd  sinners  slain ! 
Thousand,  thousanc  saints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train. 
Hallelujah! 
God  appears  on  earth  to  reign. 

2  Ev'ry  eye  shall  now  behold  him 

Rob'd  in  dreadful  msjcsty; 
Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  him, 
Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 
Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  The  dear  tokens  of  his  passion, 

Still  his  dazzling  body  bears  j 
Cause  of  endless  exultation 
To  his  ransom'd  worshippers ; 
With  what  rapture 
Gaze  we  on  those  glorious  scars ! 

4  Yea !   Amen !  let  all  adore  thee 

High  on  thine  eternal  throne! 
Saviour,  take  the  pow'r  and  glory, 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own, 
Jah,  Jehovah! 
Everlasting  God  come  down. 


TWENTY-SIXTFI    DAY.  75 


Evening, 


j  Now  begin  the  heav'nly  theme, 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesu's  name, 
Ye,  who  Jesu's  kindness  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye  who  see  the  Father's  grace 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face ; 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  souls  dry  up  your  tears, 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears  : 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Cancell'd  by  redeeming  -love. 

4  Ye,  alas !  who  long  have  been, 
Willing  slaves  of  death  and  sin ; 
Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Stop  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

5  Welcome  all  by  sin  opprest, 
Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest, 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

6  He  subdu'd  th'  infernal  pow'rs, 
His  tremendous  foes  and  ours, 
From  their  cursed  empire  drove, 
Mighty  in  redeeming  love. 


f6  TWENTY-SEVENTH-  DAY. 

7  Hither  then  your  music  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  joyful  string ; 
Mortals  join  the  hosts  above, 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 


TWENTT-SEVENTH     DAT. 

First  Morning. — Psalm  126. 

1  When  Sion's  God  her  sons  recall'd 

From  long  captivity, 
It  seem'd  at  first  a  pleasing  dream 
Of  what  we  wish'd  to  see. 

2  But  soon  in  unaccustom'd  mirth 

We  did  our  voice  employ, 
And  sung  our  great  restorer's  praise 
In  thankful  hymns  of  joy. 

3  Our  heathen  foes  repining  stood, 

Yet  were  compelled  to  own, 
That  great  and  wondrous  was  the  work 
Our  God  for  us  had  done. 

4  'Twas  great  say  they,  'twas  wondrous  great, 

Much  more  should  we  confess ; 
The  Lord  has  done  great  things,  whereof 
We  reap  the  glad  success. 

5  To  us  bring  back  the  remnant,  Lord, 

Of  Israel's  captive  bands, 
More  welcome  than  refreshing  show'rs 
To  parch'd  and  thirsty  lands. 


TWENTY-SEVEN vn   DAY.  it 

6  That  we  whose  work  commenc'd  in  tears, 

Mav  see  our  labours  thrive, 
Till  finished  with  success  they  make 
Our  drooping  hearts  revive. 

7  Tho'  he  despond  that  sows  his  grain, 

Yet  doubtless  he  shall  come 
To  bind  his  fulUear'd  sheaves,  and  bring 
The  joyful  harvest  nome. 


Second  Morning, 

1  Thou  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height, 

Whose  depth  unfathom'd  no  man  knows, 
I  see  from  far  thy  beauteous  light, 

Inly  I  sigh  for  thy  repose : 
My  heart  is  pain'd,  nor  can  it  be 
At  rest,  till  it  finds  rest  in  thee. 

2  'Tis  mercy  all  that  thou  hast  brought 

My  mind  to  seek  her  peace  in  thee; 
Yet  while  I  seek,   but  find  thee  not, 

No  peace  my  wand'ring  soul  shall  see ; 
O  when  shall  all  my  wand'rings  end, 
And  all  my  steps  to  thee- ward  tend  ? 

•}  Is  there  a  thing  beneath  the  sun, 

That  strives  with  thee  my  heart  to  share  ? 
Ah !  tear  it  thence,  and  reign  alone, 
The  Lord  of  ev'ry  motion  there ! 
Then  shall  my  heart  from  earth  be  free* 
When  it  hath  found  repose  in  thee. 


78  TWENTY-SEVENTH   DAY. 

4  O  hide  this  self  from  me,  that  I 

No  more,  but  Christ  in  me  may  lire  ! 
Mv  vile  affections  crucify, 

Nor  let  one  darling  lust  survive. 
In  all  things — nothing  mav  I  see, 
Nothing  desire  or  seek  but  thee. 

5  O  love  thy  sov'reign  aid  impart 

To  save  me  from  low-thoughted  care. 
Chase  this  self-will  through  all  my  heart, 

Through  all  its  latent  mazes  there : 
Make  me  thy  duteous  child,   that  I 
Ceaseless  may  °  Abba,   Father,"  cry. 

6  Each  moment  draw  from  earth  away 

My  heart,  that  lowly  waits  thy  call : 
Speak  to  my  inmost  soul,   and  sav, 

"  I  am  thy  love,  thy  God,  thy  all!" 
To  feel  thy  pow'r,  to  hear  thy  voice, 
To  taste  thy  iove,  be  all  my  choice. 


Evening. — Psalm  1 30. 

1  From  lowest  depths  of  woe 

To  God  I  send  my  cry ; 
Lord,  hear  my  supplicating  voice, 
And  graciously  reply. 

2  Should'st  thou  severely  judge, 

Who  <ran  the  trial  bear  ? 
But  thou  forgiv'st,  lest  we  despond, 
And  quite  renounce  thy  fear. 


TWENTY-EIGHTH    DAY.  79 

3  My  soul  with  patience  waits 

For  thee  the  living  Lord  ; 
My  hopes  are  on  thy  promise  built, 
Thy  never-failing  word. 

4  My  longing  eyes  look  out 

For  thy  enliv'ning  ray, 
More  duly  than  the  morning  watch 
To  spy  the  dawning  day. 

5  Let  Israel  trust  in.  God, 

No  bounds  his  mercy  knows ; 
The  plenteous  source  and  spring  from  whence 
Eternal  succour  flows; 

6  Whose  friendly  streams  to  us 

Supplies  in  want  convey  ; 
A  healing  spring,,  a  spring  to  cleanse 
And  wash  our  guilt  away. 

TWENTY-EIGHTH     DAY. 

First  Morning, 

1  My  God  !  the  spring  of  all  my  joys,. 

The  life  of  my  delights ; 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort>of  my  nights  1 

2  In  darkest  shades  if  he  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun ; 
He  is  my  soul's  sweet  morning  star, 
And  he  my  rising  sun. 


80  TWENTY-EIGHTH    DAY. 

3  The  op'ning  heav'ns  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shews  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  whi&pers,  **  I  am  his!" 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  transporting  word, 
Run  up,  witn  joy,  the  shining  way 
T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

Id  break  Ihro'  ev'ry  foe; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 
Should  bear  me  conqu'ror  through. 


Second  Morning. 

1  There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 
Infinite  day  excludes,  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-with'ring  flow'rs ; 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 

This  heav'nly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  dress'd  in  living  green  ; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood. 

While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals  start  and  shrink, 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea; 


TWENTY-EIGHTH   DAY.  &t 

And  linger,  shiv'ring  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  O  !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love 
With  unbeclouded  eyes : 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landskip  o'er, 
Nor  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


Evening. — Psalm  136. 

L     To  God,  the  mighty  Lord, 
Your  joyful  thanks  repeat : 
To  him  due  praise  afford, 
As  good  as  he  is  great : 
For  God  does  prove 
Our  constant  friend, 
"    His  boundless  love 
Shall  never  end. 

2  To  him  whose  wond'rous  pow'4' 

All  other  Gods  obey, 
Whom  earthly  kings  adore, 
This  grateful  homage  pay, 
For  God,  &c. 

3  By  his  almighty  hand 

Amazing  works  are  wrought : 


82  TWENTY-NINTH    DAY. 

The  heav'ns  by  his  command 
Were  to  perfection  brought. 
For  God,  &c. 

4  He  spread  the  ocean  round 

About  the  spacious  land  ; 
And  made  the  rising  ground 
Above  the  waters  stand. 
For  God,  &c. 

5  He  does  the  food  supply- 

On  which  the  creatures  live; 
To  God  who  reigns  on  high 
Eternal  praises  give. 
For  God  will  prove 

Our  constant  friend, 
His' boundless  love 
Shall  never  end. 


TWETTY-NINTH    DAY. 

First  Morning.— Psalm  139. 

1  Thou,  Lord,  by  strictest  search  hast  known 
My  rising  up,  and  lying  down ; 

My  secret  thoughts  are  known  to  thee, 
Known  long  before  conceiv'd  by  me. 

2  Surrounded  by  thy  pow'r  I  stand, 
On  ev'ry  side  I  find  thy  hand, 

Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  influence  shun, 
Or,  whither  from  thy  presence  run  ? 

3  If  up  to  heav'n  I  take  my  flight, 

'Tis, there  thou  dwell'st  enthorn'd  in  light; 


TWENTY-NINTH    DAY.  83 

If  down  to  hell's  infernal  plains, 
'Tis  there  almighty  vengeance  reigns. 

4  If  I  the  morning's  wings  could  gain, 
And  fly  beyond  the  western  main, 
Thy  swifter  hand  would  first  arrive, 
And  there  arrest  thy  fugitive. 

5  Or,  should  I  try  to  shun  thy  sight 
Beneath  the  sable  wings  of  night ; 

One  glance  from  thee,  one  piercing  ray, 
Would  kindle  darkness  into  day. 

6  The  veil  of  night  is  no  disguise,      •    . 
No  screen  from  thy  all-searching  eyes; 

.   Thro'  midnight  shades  thou  find'st  thy  way, 
As  in  the  blazing  noon  of  day. 


Second  Morning. 

1  Why  should  we  start  or  fear  to  die! 

What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are ! 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  strife, 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  awayj 
Still  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  O  !  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 

My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in  hastc3 
Fly  fearless  thro'  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  past. 


84  TWENTY-NINTH   DAY. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 


Evening. 
Sometimes  alight  surprises 

The  christian  while  he  sings; 
It  is  the  Lord  who  rises 

With  healing  in  his  wings; 
When  comforts  are  declining, 

He  grants  the  soul  again 
A  season  of  clear  shining, 

To  cheer  it  after  rain. 

In  holy  contemplation, 

We  sweetly  then  pursue 
The  theme  of  God's  salvation. 

And  find  it  ever  new  : 
Set  free  from  present  sorrow, 

We  cheerfully  can  say, 
E'en  let  th'  unknown  to-morrow 

Bring  with  it  what  it  may. 

It  can  bring  with  it  nothing, 

But  he  will  bear  us  thro' ; 
Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing, 

Will  clothe  his  people  100  : 
Beneath  (he  spreading  heavens, 

No  creature  but  is  fed  ; 
And  he  who  fe  ds  the  ravens, 

Will  give  his  children  bread. 


THIRTIETH    DAY.  85 

Tho'  vine  nor  fig-tree  neither 

Their  wonted  fruit  shall  bear, 
Tho'  all  the  fields  should  wither, 

Nor  flocks  nor  herds  be  there : 
Yet  God  the  same  abiding, 

His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice; 
For,  while  in  him  confiding, 

I  cannot  but  rejoice. 


THIRTIETH    DAY. 

First  Morning. — Psalm  146. 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  breath 
And,  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  j 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  lite,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

Happv  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God  ;  he  made  the  sky, 

And  earth,  and  seas,  wiih  all  their  train 
His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure  ! 
He  saves  th'  opprest,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

The  Lord  pours  eye-sight  on  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  fainting  mind  : 

He  sends  the  lab  ring  conscience  peace, 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  sweet  release. 


86  THIRTIETH    DAY. 

4  I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last. 

Or  immortality  endures. 


Second  Morning. 

Fa  r  above  yon  glorious  cieling 

Of  the  azure- vaulted  sky, 
Jesus  sits,  his  love  revealing 

To  the  splendid  troops  on  high. 
Hosts  seraphic,  humbly  bowing, 

At  his  footstool  prostrate  fall ; 
Saints  and  angels  all  avowing, 

God  in  Christ  their  all  in  all. 

Could  we  leave  our  foolish  dreaming 

Of  a  fancied  heav'n  below, 
And  see  Jesu's  glory  beaming, 

How  our  souls  would  long  to  go  ! 
Earth  would  then  by  us  be  spurned, 

All  its  vanities  subside  ; 
Fuel  fitting  to  be  burned, 

Are  its  honours,  pleasure,  pride. 

From  the  general  conflagration, 
We  should  to  our  refuge  fly, 

Clasp  the  hope  of  our  salvation, 
Live  in  Christ,  in  Jesus  die. 

We  in  him  our  rest  regaining, 
All  his  blessedness  should  prove ; 


THIRTIETH    DAY.  87 

O'er  our  foes  victorious  reigning, 
Perfected  in  spotless  love. 

4  We  should  for  his  day  be  waiting 

When  the  full  reward  is  giv'n : 
When  his  glorious  work  compleating, 

Jesus  takes  his  church  to  heav'n. 
Pure  from  ev'ry  stain  of  nature, 

There  in  holiness  to  shine ; 
Modell'd  like  its  great  Creator, 

All  immortal,  all  divine. 


Evening. — Psalm  150. 

1  O  praise  the  Lord  in  that  blest  place, 

From  whence  his  goodness  largely  flows  s 
Praise  him  in  heav'n,  where  he  his  face 
Unveil'd  in  perfect  glory  shews. 

2  Praise  him  for  all  his  mighty  acts, 

Which  he  in  our  behalf  has  done; 
His  kindness  this  return  exacts, 

With  which  our  praise  should  equal  run. 

3  Let  the  shrill  trumpet's  warlike  voice 

Make  rocks  and  hills  his  praise  rebound, 
Praise  him  with  harp's  melodious  noise, 
And  gentle  psaltry's  silver  sound. 

4  Let  virgin  troops  soft  trimbrels  bring, 

And  some  with  graceful  motion  dance ; 
Let  instruments  of  various  strings,    . 
With  organs  join'd,  his  praise  advance. 


88  THIRTIETH   DAY. 

5  Let  them  who  joyful  hymns  compose 
To  cymbals  set  their  songs  of  praise; 
Cymbals  of  common  use,  and  those 
That  loudly  sound  on  solemn  days, 

£  Let  all  that  vital  breath  enjoy, 

The  breath  he  does  to  them  afford, 
In  just  returns  of  praise  employ  : 
Let  ev'ry  creature  praise  the  Lord. 


PSALMS  and  HYMNS. 


PSALM    1. 

I  How  bless'd  is  he  who  ne'er  consent* 
By  ill  advice  to  walk ; 
Nor  stands  in  sinners'  ways  nor  sits 
Where  men  profanely  talk  i 

Q  But  makes  the  perfect  law  of  God 
His  bus'ness  and  delight; 
Devoutly  reads  therein  by  day, 
And  meditates  by  night. 

3  Like  some  fair  tree,  which,  fed  by  streams, 

With  timely  fruit  does  bend, 
He  still  shall  flourish,  and  success 
All  his  designs  attend. 

4  Ungodly  men,  and  their  attempts, 

No  lasting  root  shall  find  ; 
Untimely  blasted,  and  dispers'd 
Like  chaff  before  the  wind.- 

5  Their  guilt  shall  strike  the  wicked  dumb 

Before  their  Judge's  face : 
No  formal  hypocrite  shall  then 
Among  the  saints  have  place. 

6  For  God  approves  the  just  man's  ways  5 

To  happiness  they  tend  : 
But  sinners,  and  the  paths  they  tread : 
Shall  both  in  ruin  end. 

M 


90  PSALMS. 

rSALM     XIII. 

1  How  long  wilt  thou  forget  me,  Lord? 

Must  I  for  ever  mourn  ? 
Shall  thy  devouring  jealous  rage 
Like  fire  for  ever  burn  ? 

2  How  long  shall  anxious  thoughts  my  soul, 

And  grief  my  heart  oppress  ? 
How  long  my  enemies  insult, 
And  I  have  no  redress  ? 

3  Oh!  hear,  and  to  my  longing  eyes 

Restore  thy  wonted  light; 
Haste  thee  to  help  me,  lest  I  sleep 
In  everlasting  night. 

4  Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wing 

I  find  a  sure  abode ; 
My  lips  with  triumph  shall  declare 
My  refuge  is  in  God. 

5  Since  I  have  always  plac'd  my  trust 

Beneath  thy  mercy's  wing, 
Thy  saving  health  will  come,  and  then 
My  heart  with  joy  shall  spring. 

C  Then  shall  my  song,  with  praise  inspir'd, 
To  thee  my  God,  ascend, 
Who  to  thy  servant  in  distress 
Such  bounty  didst  extend. 


PSALMS.  91 


PSALM   XVII. 

i  Lord,  I  am  thine:  but  thou  wilt  prove 
My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my  love ; 
When  men  of  spite  against  me  join, 
They  are  the  sword,  the  hand  is  thine. 

2  Their  hope  and  portion  lies  below ; 
'Tis  all  the  happiness  they  know, 

'Tis  all  they  seek :  they  take  their  shares, 
And  leave  the  rest  among  their  heirs. 

3  What  sinners  value,  I  resign ; 
Lord,  His  enough  that  thou  art  mine ; 
I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  : 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

5  O  glorious  hour !  O  blest  abode ! 
I  shall  be  near,  and  like  my  God ! 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  controul 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  my  soul. 

6  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound ; 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 


92  rSALMS. 

PSALM    XX. 

1  The  Lord  to  thy  request  attend, 

And  hear  thee  in  distress ; 
The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defend^. 
And  grant  thy  arms  success : 

2  To  aid  thee  from  on  high  repair, 

And  strength  from  Sjon  give ; 
Remember  all  thy  off' rings  there, 
Thy  sacrifice  receive. 

3  To  compass  thy  own  hearts  desire, 

Thy  counsels  still  direct ; 
May  kindly  all  events  conspire 
To  bring  them  to  effect. 

4  To  thy  salvation,  Lord,  for  aid 

We  cheerfully  repair, 
With  banners  in  thy  name  display'd  ; 
"  The  Lord  accept  thy  pray'r." 

5  Our  hopes  are  fix'd,  that  now  the  Lord 

Our  Sovereign  will  defend ; 
From  Heav'n  resistless  aid  afford, 
And  to  his  pray'r  attend. 

6  Some  trust  in  steeds  for  war  design'd, 

On  chariots  some  rely; 
Against  them  all  we'll  call  to  mind 
The  pow'r  of  God  most  high. 

7  Still  save  us,  Lord,  and  still  proceed 

Our  rightful  cause  to  bless : 
Hear,  King  of  heav'n,  in  times  of  need, 
The  pray'rs  that  we  address. 


rsA'LMS.  93 

PSALM     XXII. 

t  My  God,  my  God,  why  leav'st  thou  me, 
When  I  with  anguish  faint  ? 
Oh  !  why  so  far  from  me  remov'd, 
And  from  my  loud  complaint  ? 

£  All  day,  but  all  the  day  unheard, 
To  thee  do  1  complain ; 
With  cries  implore  relief  ail  night, 
But  cry  all  night  in  vain. 

3  Yet  thou  art  still  the  righteous  judge 

Of  innocence  oppres'd  ; 
And  therefore  Isr'el's  praises  are 
Of  right  to  thee  address'd. 

4  On  thee  our  ancestors  rely'd, 

And  thy  deliv'rance  found  ; 
With  pious  confidence  they  pray'd, 
And  with  success  were  crown'd. 

5  Withdraw  not  then  so  far  from  me, 

When  trouble  is  so  nigh ; 
O  send  me  help  !  thy  help,  on  which 
Alone  I  can  rely. 

6  Thus,  in  thy  sacred  courts  will  I 

My  cheerful  thanks  express, 
In  presence  of  thy  saints  perform 
The  vows  of  my  distress. 

7  The  meek  companions  of  my  grief 

Shall  find  my  table  spread  ; 
And  all  that  seek  the  Lord  shall  be 
With  joys  immortal  fed. 


91  PSALM  a. 

JSALM    XXV. 

1  To  God  in   whom  I  trust 

I  lift  my  heart  and  voice  ; 
O !  let  me  not  be  put  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  foes  rejoice. 

2  Those  who  on  thee  rely, 

Let  no  disgrace  attend : 
Be  that  the  shameful  lot  of  such 
As  wilfully  offend. 

3  To  me  thy  truth  impart, 

And  lead  me  in  thy  way  : 
For  thou  art  he  that  brings  me  help  : 
On  thee  I  wait  all  day. 

4  Thy  mercies,  and  thy  love, 

O  Lord,   recall  to  mind  ; 

And  graciously  continue  still 

As  thou  wert  ever,  kind. 

5  Let  all  my  youthful  crimes 

Be  blotted  out  by  thee ; 
And,  for  thy  wondrous  goodness'  sake, 
In  mercy  think  on  me. 

$  His  mercy  and  his  truth 

The  righteous  Lord  displays, 
In  bringing  wand'ring  sinners  home, 
And  teaching  them  his  ways. 

7  He  those  injustice  guides 
Who  his  direction  seek ; 
And  in  his  sacred  paths  shall  lead 
The  humble  and  the  meek. 


PSALMS.  95 


PSALM      XXXII. 

i   O  blessed  souls  are  they, 
Whose  sins  are  Cover'd  o'er ; 
Divinely  blest,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  past. 

And  keep  their  hearts  with  care ; 
Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit 
Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere. 

3  While  I  conceal'd  my  guilt 

I  felt  the  fest'ring  wound; 
'Till  I  confess'd  my  sins  to  thee, 
And  ready  perdon  found. 

4  Let  sinners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne ; 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  distress, 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 


PSALM      XXXIII, 

1  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  in   the  Lord, 

This  work  belongs  to  you : 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word, 
How  holy,  just,  and  true! 

2  His  mercy  and  his  righteousness, 

Let  heav'n  and  earth  proclaim ; 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wond'rous  name. 


96  PSALMS. 

3  His  wisdom  and  almighty  word 

The  heav'nly  arches  spread  : 
And  by  the  spirit  of  the  Lord 
Their  shining  hosts  were  made. 

4  He  bid  the  liquid  waters  flow 

To  their  appointed  deep  j 
The  flowing  seas  their  limits  know, 
And  their  own  station  keep. 

5  Ye  tenants  of  the-spacious  earth, 

With  fear  before  him  stand  : 
He  spake,  and  nature  took  its  birth, 
And  rests  on  his  command. 

G  He  scorns  the  angry  nation's  rage, 
And  breaks  their  vain  designs ; 
His  counsel  stands  through  ev'ry  age, 
And  in  full  glory  shines. 


PSALM   xxxiv. 

1  Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 

In  trouble,  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  Of  his  dehVrance  I  will  boast, 

Till  all  that  are  distrest 
From  my  example  comfort  take, 
And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 

3  O  !  make  but  trial  of  his  love  ; 

Experience  will  decide, 


PSALMS.  97 

How  bless'd  they  are,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  his  truth  confide. 

4  For  God  from  heav'n  beholds  the  just 

With  favourable  eyes; 
And,  when  distress'd,  his  gracious  ear 
Is  open  to  their  cries : 

5  Deliv'rance  to  his  saints  he  gives, 

When  his  relief  they  crave; 
He's  nigh  to  heal  the  broken  heart, 
The  contrite  soul  to  save. 

6  Fear  him  ye  saints;  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear : 
Make  you  his  service  your  delight : 
Hell  make  your  wants  his  care. 


PSALM    XLV. 

1  I'll  speak  the  honours  of  my  King; 

His  form  divinely  fair ; 
None  of  the  sons  of  mortal  race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 

2  Sweet  is  thy  speech,  and  heavn'ly  grace 

Upon  thy  lips  is  shed  ; 
Thy  God  witii  blessings  infinite 
Hath  crown'd  thy  sacred  head. 

3  Gird  on  thy  sword,   victorious  Prince  ! 
Ride  with  majestic  sway  ; 
Thy  terror  shall  strike  thro'  thy  foes, 
And  make  the  world  obey. 


98  PSALMS. 

4  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  stands; 

Thv  word  of  grace  shall  prove 
A  peaceful  sceptre  in  thy  hands, 
To  rule  thv  saints  by  love. 

5  Justice  and  (ruth  attend  thee  still, 

But  mercy  is  Ihy  choice ; 
And  God,  thy  God,  thy  soul  shall  fill 
With  most  peculiar  joys. 


PSALM    XLVI. 

1  God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints, 

When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade ; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints 
Behold  him  present  with  his  aid. 

2  Let  mountains  from  their  seats  be  hurl'd 

Down  to  the  deep  and  bury'd  there j 
Convulsions  shake  the  solid  world, 
Our  faith  shall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar, 

In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide  ; 
While  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  shore, 

Trembles  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide. 

4  There  is  a  stream  whose  gentle  flow 

Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  ! 
Life,  love,  and  joy,  still  gliding  thro' 
And  wat'ring  our  divine  abode. 

5  That  sacred  stream,  thine  holy  word, 

That  all  our  raging  fear  controuls : 
Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford, 
And  give  new  strengh  to  fainting  souls. 


rsALMS.  99 

€  Sion  enjoys  her  monarch's  love, 

Secure  against  a  threat'ning  hour; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundations  move, 

Built  on  his  truth,  and  arm'd  with  pow'r. 


PSALM      XLVIII. 

1  Far  as  thy  name  is  known, 

The  world  declares  thy  praise ; 
Thy  saints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 
Their  songs  of  honour  raise. 

2  With  joy  let  Judah  stand 

On  Sion's  chosen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counsels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  strangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compass  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well ; 

4  The  orders  of  thy  house, 

The  worship  of  thy  court, 
The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows  j 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wise  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes 
And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 


100  PSALMS. 

6  The  God  we  worship  now, 
Will  guide  us  till  we  die; 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
And  our's  above  the  sky. 


PSALM    LI. 

1  O  God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call, 

My  load  of  guilt  remove; 
Break,  down  this  separating  wall 
That  bars  me  from  thy  iove. 

2  Give  me  the  presence  of  thy  grace; 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  speak  aloud  thy  righteousness, 
And  make  thy  praise  my  song. 

3  No  blood  of  goafs  nor  heifers  slain, 

For  sin  could  e  er  atone  ; 
The  death  of  Christ  shaii  still  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  soul  opprest  with  sin's  desert, 

My  God  will  neer  despise; 
An  ncniblr  gro*n.  a  bioken  heart, 
is  our  best  sacrifice. 


PSALM      LXV. 


1  Fok  thee,  O  God,   our  constant  prai' 
In  Sion  waits,  thy  chosen  seat : 
Our  promis'd  altars  there  we'll  raise, 
And  all  our  zealous  vows  complete. 


PSALMS.  101 

2  From  out  ihy  unexhausted  store 

Thv  rain  relieves  the  thirsty  ground  : 
Makes  lands,  that  barren  were  before, 
With  corn  and  useful  fruits  abound. 

3  Thy  goodness  does  the  circling  year 

With  fresh  returns  of  plenty  crown  ; 
And  where  thv  glorious  paths  appear, 
Thy  fruitful  clouds  drop  fatness  down. 

4  They  drop  on  barren  forests,  chang'd 

By  them  to  pastures  fresh  and  green  : 
The  hills  about,   in  order  rancr'd, 
In  beauteous  robes  of  joy  are  seen. 

5  Large  flocks  the  cheerful  down  adorn, 

At  thy  command  the  vallevs  bring 
A  plenteous  crop  of  full-ear'd  corn, 
And  seems,  for  jov,  to  shout  and  sing. 


PSALM     LXXXtV. 

1  How  pleasant,   how  divinely  fair, 
O  Lord  ot  hobts,  thy  dwellings  are! 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints, 
To  meet  m'  assemblies  of  thy  saints. 

2  My  tlesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode, 
My  paming  heart  cries  out  for  God; 
My  God!  my  King'  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee? 

3  Blest  are  the  saints  who  sit  on  high, 
Around  thv  =hrone  or  majest>  ; 
Thy  brighrest  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love, 


102  PSALMS. 

4  Blest  are  the  touls  that  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace ; 
There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  seek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praise. 

5  Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate, 

God  is  their  strength,  and  thro'  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 

6  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  strength, 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heav'n  at  length, 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 

PSALM    LXXXIX. 

1  Thy  mercies,  Lord,  shall  be  my  song, 

My  song  on  them  shall  ever  dwell  j 
To  ages  yet  unborn  my  tongue, 
Thy  never-failing  truth  shall  tell. 

2  I  have  affirm'd,  and  still  maintain, 

Thy  mercy  shall  for  ever  last ; 
Thy  truth,  that  does  Ihe  heav'ns  sustain, 
Like  them  shall  stand  for  ever  fast. 

3  For  such  stupendous  truth  and  love 

Both  heav  n  and  earth  just  praises  owe; 
By  choirs  of  angels  sung  above, 
And  by  assembled  saints  below. 


PSALMS.  103 

PSALM   xcr. 

1  He  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God, 
Shall  find  a  most  secure  abode; 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  shade, 
And  there  at  night  shall  rest  his  head. 

2  Then  will  I  say,  "My  God,  thy  pow'r 
Shall  be  my  fortress  and  my  tow'r : 

I,  that  am  form'd  of  feeble  dust, 
Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  trust." 

3  Thrice  happy  man  !  thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  snare  ; 
Satan,  the  fowler,   who  betrays 
Unguarded  souls  a  thousand  ways. 

4  Just  as  a  hen  protects  her  brood 

From  birds  of  prey  that  seek  their  blood, 
Under  her  feathers  ;  so  the  Lord 
Makes  his  own  arm  his  people's  guard. 

5  If  burning  beams  of  noon  conspire 
To  dart  a  pestilential  fire, 

God  is  their  life,  his  wings  are  spread,  . 
To  shield  them  with  an  healthful  shade. 

6  If  vapours  with  malignant  breath 

Rise  thick,  and  scatter  midnight  death, 
Isr'ei  is  safe ;  the  poison'd  air 
Grows  pure,  if  Isr'ePs  God  be  there. 


101  PSALMS. 

rSALM      XCII. 

1  Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  sing; 
To  shew  thy  love  by  morning  light, 

And  talk  or  all  thy  truth   by  night. 

2  Svvett  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 

No  mortal  care  shall  seize  my  breast; 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  he  found; 
Like  David's  harp,  of  solemn  sound. 

3  In  thee  mv  heart  shall  triumph  Lord, 
And  bless  thy  works,  and  bless  thy  word : 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine! 
How  deep  thy  counsels!  how  divine  1 

4  O  may  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
What  mortals  cannot  reach  below  f 
And  all  my  pow  rs  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  or  joy. 


psalm  xcrn. 

1  With  glory  clad,  with  strength  array'd, 

The  Lord,  that  o'er  all  nature  reigns, 
The  world's  foundations  strongly  laid, 
And  the  vast  fabric  still  sustains. 

2  How  surely  'stablish'd  is  thy  throne, 

Which  shall  no  change  or  period  see  ! 
For  thou.  O  Lord,  and  thou  alone, 
Ait  God  from  all  eternity. 


PSALMS.  105 

3  The  floods  to  heav'n  lift  up  their  voice, 

And  toss  the  troubled  waves  on  high; 
But  God  above  can  still  their  noise, 
And  make  the  angry  sea  comply. 

4  Thy  promise,  Lord,  is  ever  sure ; 

And  they  that  in  thy  house  would  dwell, 
That  happy  station  to  secure, 
Must  still  in  holiness  excel. 

FSALM     CXII. 

1  That  man  is  bless'd  who  stands  in  awe 
Of  God,  and  loves  his  sacred  law, 

His  seed  on  earth  shall  be  renown'd, 
And  with  successive  honours  crown'd. 

2  His  house,  the  seat  of  wealth,   shall  be 
An  inexhausted  treasury; 

His  justice,  free  from  all  decay, 
Shall  ble  ssings  to  his  heirs  convey. 

3  The  soul  that's  fill'd  with  virtue's  light, 
Shines  brightest  in  affliction's  night, 

111  tidings  never  can  surprise 
His  heart  that  fix'd  on  God  relies. 

4  His  lib'ral  favours  he  extends ; 
To  some  he  gives,  to  others  lends; 
To  pity  the  distress'd  inclin'd, 

As  well  as  just  to  all  mankind, 
o 


106  MALMS. 

5  Beset  with  threat'ning  dangers  round  : 
Unmov'd  shall  he  maintain  his  ground  : 
The  sweet  remembrance  of  the  just 
Shall  flouruh  when  he  sleeps  in  dust. 


-©♦OB- 


PSALM     CXVIII. 


1  This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

He  calls  the  hours  his  own ; 
Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rose  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
To-day  the  saints  his  triumph  spread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosannah  to  th'  anointed  king, 

To  David's  holy  son  ! 
Help  us.,  O  Lord  ;  descend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  the  throne. 

4  Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  messages  of  grace  ; 
Who  comes  in  God  the  Father's  name, 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

5  Hosannah  in  the  highest  strains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raise  ; 
The  highest  heav'ns  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 


PSALMS.  107 


PSALM    CXIX. 

1  Father,  I  bless  thy  gentle  hand  ; 

How  kind  was  thy  chastising  rod, 
That  forc'd  my  conscience  to  a  stand, 
And  brought  my  wand'ring  soul  to  God. 

2  Foolish  and  vain,  I  went  astray ; 

Ere  I  had  felt  thy  scourges,  Lord, 
I  left  my  guide,  and  lost  my  way ; 

But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word, 

3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 

For  pride  is  apt  to  rise  and  swell; 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  father's  stroke, 
That  I  might  learn  his  statutes  well. 

4>  The  law  that  issues  from  thy  mouth, 
Shall  raise  my  cheerful  passions  more 
Than  all  the  treasures  of  the  south, 
Or  western  hills  of  golden  ore. 

5  Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame, 

Thy  spirit  form'd  my  soul  within  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wondrous  name, 
And  guard  me  safe  from  death  and  sin. 

6  Then  all  that  love  and  fear  the  Lord, 

At  my  salvation  shall  rejoice  ; 
For  I  have  hoped  in  thy  word, 
And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice, 


10b  PSALMS. 


*      PSALM    CXXI. 

3  Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
Th'  eternal  hills  beyond  the  skies  ; 
Thence  all  her  help  my  soul  derives; 
There  my  almighty  refuge  lives. 

2  He  lives,  the  everlasting  God, 

That  built  the  world,  that  spread  the  flood  j. 
The  heav'ns  with  all  their  hosts  he  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

3  He  guides  our  fetty  he  guards  our  way, 
His  morning  smiles  bless  all  the  day : 
He  spreads  the  ev'ning  veil,  and  keeps 
The  silent  hours  while  Isr'el  sleeps. 

4  Ssr'el,  a  name  divinely  blest, 
May  rise  secure,  securely  rest ; 
Thy  holy  Guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  slumber  nor  surprise. 

5  No  sun  shall  smite  thy  head  by  day, 
Nor  the  pale  moon  with  sickly  rav 
Shall  blast  thy  couch  :  no  baleful  star 
Dart  his  malignant  fire  irom  far. 

6  On  thee  foul  spirits  have  no  pow'r; 
And  in  thy  last  departing  hour, 
Angels,  that  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 


PSALMS.  109 


PSALM    CXXXIII. 

1  How  vast  must  (heir advantage  be  t 

How  great  their  pleasure  prove! 
Who  live  like  brethren^  and  consent 
In  offices  of  love. 

2  True  love  is  like  that  precious  oil, 

Which,  pour'd  on  Aaron's  head, 
Ran  down  his  beard,  and  o'er  his  robes 
Its  costly  moisture  shed. 

3  'Tis  like  refreshing  dew,  that  does 

On  Hermon's  top  distil ; 
Or  like  the  early  drops  that  fall 
On  Sion's  fruitful  hill. 

4  For  Sion  is  the  chosen  seat, 

Where  the  Almighty  King 
The  promis'd  blessing  has  ordain'd, 
And  life's  eternal  spring. 


PSALM     CXLI. 

1  My  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 
Like  morning  incense  in  thy  house,, 
And  let  my  nightly  worship  rise 
Sweet  as  the  evening  sacrifice. 

2  Walch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord, 
From  ev'ry  rash  and  heedless  word  j 

Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path  where  sinners  lead* 


110  PSALMS. 

3  O  may  the  righteous  when  I  stray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wand'ring  way  ! 
Their  gentle  words  like  ointment  shed, 
Shall  never  bruise,  but  cheer  my  head, 

4  When  I  behold  them  prest  with  gfief, 
I'll  cry  to  heav'n  for  their  relief ; 
And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 


PSALM    CXLV. 

1  Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 

My  God,  my  heav'nly  King; 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteousness 
In  sounds  of  glory  sing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  not  confines 

His  goodness  to  the  skies  ; 
Thro'  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  shines, 
And  ev'ry  want  supplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food ; 
Thy  lib'ral  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  compassions,  Lord, 

How  slow  thine  anger  moves  ; 
But  soon  he  sends  his  pard'ning  word, 
To  cheer  the  souls  he  loves. 


PSALMS.  Ill 

Creatures,  with  all  their  endless  race, 
Thy  pow'r  and  praise  proclaim ; 

But  saints,  that  taste  thy  richer  grace, 
Delight  to  bless  thy  name. 


112 


HYMNS. 


HYMN    I. 

1  To  the  cross  I  turn  me  sighing, 
Jesus  view  for  sinners  dying, 

Rack'd  with  doleful  agony. 
Was  e'er  sorrow  like  his  sorrow  ? 
Would  I  weep  ?  from  hence  I'll  borrow 

Tears  of  duteous  sympathy. 

2  Yet,  my  Saviour's  tribulation 
Pays  the  price  of  my  salvation, 

Bids  my  streaming  eyes  be  dry; 
By  his  stripes  my  wounds  are  healed, 
By  his  blood  my  pardon  sealed, 

Now,  my  soul,  thou  shalt  not  die. 

3  On  the  cross  he  groans  extended  — 
Love  and  grief  thus  sweetly  blended, 

Kindred  grief  and  love  impart : 
Henceforth,  for  thy  sorrow  mourning, 
And  thy  love  with  love  returning, 

Lord !  to  thee  I  yield  my  heart. 


HYMNS.  115 


HYMN    II. 

1  When  I  read  the  contradiction, 

Christ  endur'd  my. soul  to  gain; 
Gaze  upon  the  crucifixion  j 

Shall  I  of  the  cross  complain  ! 
Let  not,  Lord,  thy  sore  affliction 

Have  been  borne  for  me  in  vain. 

2  Lo !  upon  the  tree  extended, 

Jesus  bows  his  dying  head  ; 
Bears  the  wrath  of  God  offended  ; 

Suffers  in  the  sinner's  stead. 
Now  thy  days  of  woe  are  ended, 

'Twas  for  thee,  my  soul  he  bled. 

3  E'en  in  death,  his  love  was  sealed 

To  the  lost  repentant  thief : 
By  his  stripes  our  wounds  were  healed ; 

Joy  obtained  by  his  grief. 
Lord,  thy  grace,  to  me  revealed, 

Gives  thy  mourning  child  relief. 

4  After  earth's  deceitful  pleasure 

Never  more  my  heart  shall  rove-: 
Farewell  ev'ry  worldly  treasure  1 

Now  my  treasure  is  above : 
I  shall  draw,  in  plenteous  measure, 

From  the  fountain-head  of  love. 

5  Praise  henceforth  and  adoration 

To  the  throne  of  grace  I'll  bring? 


114  HYMNS. 

Hail,  O  Israel's  consolation ! 

Let  each  ransom'd  sinner  sing  T 
Hail  thou  God  of  our  salvation  ! 

Hail,  O  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ! 


HYMN    III. 


1  God  of  mv  lift,  to  thee  belong 

The  thankful  heart,  the  grateiul  song; 
TouchM  by  thy  love  each  tuneful  chord, 
Resounds  the  goodness  oi  the  Lord. 

2  Thou  hast  preserved  my  fleeting  breath, 
And  chas'd  the  gloomy  shades  of  death, 
The  venom'd  arrows  vainly  fly, 
When  God  our  great  deliverer's  nigh. 

3  Yet  why,  dear  Lord,  this  fender  care, 
Why  does  thy  hand  so  kindly  rear, 

An  useless  cumbrer  of  the  ground, 
On  which  no  pleasant  fruits  are  found  ? 

4  Still  may  *he  barren  fig-free  stand, 
And  cultivated  by  thy  hand, 
Verdure,  and  bloom,  and  fruit  afford, 
Meet  tribute  to  its  bounteous  Lord. 

b  So  shall  thy  praise  employ  my  breath 
Thro'  life ;  and  in  the  arms  of  death, 
My  soul  the  pleasant  theme  prolong  ; 
Then  rise  to  aid  th'  angelic  song. 


HYMNS.  115 


HYMN    IV. 

1  O  let  me,  heav'nly  Lord,  extend 
My  view  to  life's  approaching  end; 
Instructed  by  thy  wisdom,  learn 
How  soon  my  fabric  shall  return 
To  earth — and  in  the  silent  tomb, 
Its  seat  of  lasting  rest  assume. 

2  What  are  my  days !  (a  span  their  line) 
And  what  my  age  compar'd  with  thine  f 
Our  life  advancing  to  its  close, 

While  scarce  it's  earliest  dawn  it  knows: 
Swift  like  a  fleeting  shade  we  run,   • 
And  vanity  and  man  are  one. 

3  God  of  my  father's,  here,  as  they, 
I  walk  the  pilgrim  of  a  day 

A  transient  guest,  thy  works  admire, 
And  instant  to  my  home  retire: 
Where  shall  I  then  my  refuge  see  ? 
On  whom  repose  my  hope  but  thee? 

4-  Before  thy  throne  my  knees  I  bend ! 
To  thee  my  ceaseless  pray'rs  ascend  : 
"  O  spare  me,  LorJ,  a  while,  O  spare; 
My  strength  renew,  m>  heart  pivpare, 
Ere  life's  short  circuit  wander  \i  o'er, 
I  perish  and  am  seen  no  more." 


116  HYMNS, 


HYMN    V. 

1  Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 

Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high, 
The  pow'rs  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragg'd  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chaunt  Ihe  solemn  lay ; 

"  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heav'nly  gates, 

Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way  1     , 

3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  th'  etherial  scene : 
He  claims  those  mansions  as  his  right, 
Receive  the  king  of  glory  in." 

4  "  Who  is  the  king  of  glory,  who  ?" 

"  The  Lord,  who  all  his  foes  o'ercame, 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew, 
And  Jesus  is  the  conq'ror's  name." 

5  Lo  !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chaunt  the  solemn  lay  : 
"  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heav'nly  gates ; 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way." 

6  "  Who  is  the  king  of  glory,  who  ?" 

"  The  Lord  of  glorious  pow'r  possest, 
The  king  of  saints  and  angels  too, 
God  over  all  for  ever  blest." 


HYMNS.  117 

HYMN    VI. 

I  O  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love! 
Thy  gifts  are  ev'ry  ev'ning  new  ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above, 
Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 

2.  Thou  spread'st  the  curtain  of  the  night, 
Great  guardian  of  our  sleeping  hours  ; 
Thy  sovVeign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  our  drowsy  pow'rs. 

3  Lord,  may  we  yield  to  thy  command, 
To  thee  still  consecrate  our  days ! 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thine  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 


HYMN    VII. 

1  Praise  ye  the  Lord  :  'tis  good  to  raise 
Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praise ; 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite, 

To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  He  form'd  the  stars,  those  heav'nly  flames, 
He  counts  their  number?,  calls  their  names  j 
His  wisdom's  vast  and  knows  no  bound, 

A  deep,  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 

3  Great  is  the  Lord,  and  great  his  might, 
And  ail  his  glories,  infinite: 

He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  just. 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  dust. 


118  HYMNS. 

4  His  saints  are  lovely  in  his  sight, 
He  views  his  children  with  delight : 

He  sees  their  hopes,  he  knows  their  fear, 
Beholds  and  loves  his  image  there. 

5  Praise  God  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  him  all  creatures  here  below  ! 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heav'nly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

HYMN    VIII. 

1  He  is  a  God  of  sov'reign  love 

Who  promis'd  heav'n  to  me, 
And  taught  my  thoughts  to  soar  above 
Where  happy  spirits  be. 

2  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand, 

Then  come  the  joyful  day  ! 
Come  death,  and  come  celestial  band, 
To  bear  my  soul  away. 

3  Then  my  beloved,  take  my  soul 

Up  to  thy  blest  abode  ; 
Thai,  face  to  face,  I  may  behold 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

HYMN    IX. 

1   Awake  our  souls,  away  our  fears, 

Let  ev'ry  trembling  thought  be  gone, 
Awake  and  run  the  heav'nly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 


HYMNS.  119 

2  True,  'tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 

And  mortal,  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  we  forget  the  mighty  God, 

Who  feeds  the  streng tti  of  ev'ry  saint. 

3  Almighty  God,  thy  matchlets  pow'r 

Is  ever  new,  and  ever  young; 
And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run 

4  From  thee,   the  overflowing  spring, 

.Believers  drink  a  fresh  supply, 
While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength, 
Shall  fade  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

3  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 

.     O  may  we  mount  to  thine  abode ! 
On  wings  of  love,  to  Jesus  fly, 
Nor  tire  amidst  the  heav'nly  road. 


HYMN"    x. 

1  Awake,  and  sing  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  La<r.b, 
W7ake  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name, 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love, 

Sing  of  his  risiri _  pow'r, 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing,  till  we  feel  our  hearts 

Ascending  with  our  tongues, 
Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  departs, 
And  grace  inspires  our  songs. 


120  HYMN  8. 

4  Sing  on  your  heav'nly  way, 

Ye  ransom'd  sinners  sing ; 

Sing  on,  rejoicing  ev'ry  day 

In  Christ  th'  eternal  king. 

5  Soon  shall  ye  hear  him  say, 

"  Ye  blessed  children  come;" 

Soon  will  he  call  you  hence  away, 

And  take  his  wand'reis  home.. 


HYMN    XI. 

1  Jesus,   thou  art  my  righteousness, 

For  all  my  sins  were  tnine, 
Thy  death  has  bought  of  God  my  peace, 

Thy  life  has  made  him  mine : 
My  dying  Saviour  and  my  God! 

Fountain  for  guilt  ano  sin  ! 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood, 

And  chanse  and  keep  me  clean, 

2  Wash  me,   and  make  me  thus  thine  own; 

Wash  me,  and  mine  thou  art ; 
Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, 

My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart ! 
Th'  atonement  of  thy  blood  apply, 

Till  faith  lo  sight  improve, 
Till  hope  shall  in  fruition  die, 

And  ail  my  soul  be  love. 


HYMNS.  121 

HYMN    Xir. 

1  Jesu,  my  Saviour,  in  thv  face, 
Tne  essence  lives,  of  ev'ry  grace  ; 

Ail  things  beside,  which  charm  the  sights 
Are  shadows  tipt  with  glow-worm  light. 

2  Thy  beauty,  Lord,  th*  enraptur'd  eyr, 
Which  fully  views  it,  first  must  die; 
Then  let  me  die,  thro'  death  to  know, 
That  joy  I  seek  in  vain  below. 


hymn  xnr. 

1  Lord,  we  adore  thy  dark  designs, 

The  deep  abyss  of  providence, 
Too  deep,  to  sound  with  mortal  lines, 
Too  dark  to  view  with  feeble  sense. 

2  Now  thou  array'st  thine  awful  face 

In  angry  frowns  without  a  smile  ; 
Saints,  thro'  a  cloud  believe  thy  grace, 
Secure  of  thy  compassion  still. 

3  Thro*  seas  and  storms  of  deep  distress 

They  sail  by  faith,  and  not  by  sight; 
Faith  guides  them  in  the  wilderness, 
Thro'  all  the  horrors  of  the  night. 

4  Dear  Father,  if  thy  lifted  rod, 

Resolve  to  scourge  us  here  below, 
Slill  may  we  lean  upon  our  God, 
Thine  arm  shall  bear  us  safely  thro\ 


122  HYMNS. 


HYMN    XIV. 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Tow'rds  Heav'n,  thy  native  place : 
Sun  and  moon  and  stars  decay, 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove : 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepar'd  above. 

Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course  ; 
Fire  ascending  seeks  the  sun, 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source  : 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face, 
Upwards  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return 

Triumphant  in  the  skies  ; 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  giv'n, 
All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchang'd  for  heav'n. 


HYMNS.  12$ 

HYMN    XV. 

1  Thou  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb! 

We  love  to  hear  of  thee ; 
No  music  like  thy  charming  name, 
Nor  half  so  sweet  can  be ! 

2  O  may  we  ever  hear  thy  voice, 

In  mercy  to  us  speak ! 
And  in  our  priest  will  we  rejoice 
Thou  great  Melchisedec ! 

3  Our  Jesus  shall  be  still  our  theme,. 

While  in  this  world  we  stay, 
We'll  sing  our  Jesu's  lovely  name, 
When  all  things  else  decay. 

4  When  we  appear  in  yonder  cloud, 

With  all  his  favour'd  throng, 
Then  will  we  sing  more  sweet,  more  loud, 
And  Christ  shall  be  our  song. 


HYMN    XVI. 

1  Thou  God  of  glorious  majesty  ! 
To  thee,  against  myself,  to  thee 

A  worm  of  earth  I  cry  : 
A  sinful,  guilty  child  of  man, 
An  heir  of  endless  bliss  or  pain, 

A  sinner  born  to  die. 

2  Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand. 

Secure — insensible ! 


124  HYMNS. 

A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  that  heav'nly  place, 
Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell ! 

3  O  God !  mine  inmost  soul  convert ! 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtless  heart, 

Eternal  things  impress! 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  righteousness ! 

4  Before  me  place  in  dread  array 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  eome, 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar, 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ! 

5  Be  this  my  one  great  bus'ness  here, 
With  serious  industry  and  fear, 

My  future  bliss  t'  insure  ! 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

$  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  trom  thib  vale  to  live 

And  reign  with  thee  above, 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight,, 
And  hope  in  full  supreme  delight, 
And  everlasting  iove. 


HYMNS.  125 


hymn   xvrr. 

1  To  God  the  only  wise, 

Our  Saviour,  and  our  king, 

Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 

Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  'Tis  his  Almighty  Jove, 

His  counsel  and  his  care, 
Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  deathr 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  snare.. 

3  He  will  present  his  saints 

Unblemish'd  and  compleat, 
Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 

Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 

Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  his  grace,. 

And  make  his  wonders  known. 

$  To  our  redeeming  God, 

Wisdom  anH  pow'r  belongs, 
Immortal  crowns  of  Majesty, 
And  everlasting  songs. 


HYMN  XVIII. 

]   Come  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
VV-ih  angeis  round  the  throne; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues,, 
J&ut  all  their  joys  are  one.. 


126  HYMN*. 

2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'd,  (they  cry) 

To  be  exalted  thus:" 
11  Worthy  the  Lamb,  (our  lips  reply) 
For  he  was  slain  for  us."( 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  pow'r  divine; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give,. 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 

Conspire  toMift  thy  glories  high, 

And  speak  thy  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 


HYMN    XIX. 

1  As  new-born  babes  desire  the  breast,. 

To  feed,  and  grow,  and  thrive  ;] 
So  saints  with  joy  the  gospel  taste, 
And  by  the  gospel  live. 

2  Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  seed, 

Abides  and  reigns  within  ; 
Immortal  principles  forbid 
The  sons  of  God  to  sin. 

3  Not  by  the  terrors  of  a  slave 

Do  they  perform  his  will* 


HYMNS.  12T 

But  with  the  noblest  pow'rs  they  have 
His  sweet  commands  fujfil. 

4  They  find  access  at  ev'ry  hour, 

To  God  within  the  veil ; 
Hence  they  derive  a  qtiick'ning  pow'r, 
And  joys  that  never  fail. 

5  O  happy  souls !  O  glorious  state 

Of  overflowing  grace ! 
To  dwell  so  near  their  Father's  seat, 
And  see  his  lovely  face. 

Q  Lord,  I  address  thy  heav'nly  throne  j 
Call  me  a  child  of  thine ; 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 

7  There  shed  thy  choicest  loves  abroad, 
And  make  my  comforts  strong ; 
Then  shall  I  say,  "  My  Father  God," 
With  an  unwav'ring  tongue. 


HYMN    XX. 

1  **  What  happy  men  or  angels  these 

That  all  their  robes  are  spotless  white ! 
Whence  did  this  glorious  troop  arrive 
At  the  pure  realms  of  heav'nly  light  ?" 

2  From  tort'ring  racks  and  burning  fires, 

And  seas  of  their  own  blood,  they  came 


125  HYMNS. 

But  nobler  blood  has  wash'd  their  robe?, 
Flowing  from  Christ,  the  dying  Lamb. 

3  Now  they  appro?ch  th'  Almighty's  throne, 

With  loud  hobannas  night  and  day  ; 
Sweet  anthems  to  the  great  Three  One, 
Measure  their  bless'd  eternity. 

4  No  more  shall  hunger  pain  their  souls  ; 

He  bids  their  parching  thirst  be  gone 
And  .pieads  the  shadow  of  his  wings, 
To  screen  them  from  the  scorching  sun. 

5  The  Lamb  that  fills  the  middle  throne, 

Shall  shed  around  his  milder  beams: 
There  shall  they  feast -on  his  rich  love, 
And  drink  full  joys  from  living  streams. 

HYMN    XXI. 

1  My  God,  how  perfect  are  thy  ways! 

But  mine  polluted  are  : 
Sin  twines  itself  about  my  praise, 
And  slides  into  my  prayer. 

2  When  I  would  speak  what  thou  hast  done 

To  save  me  from  my  sin, 
I  cannot  make  thy  mercies  known 
But  self-applause  creeps  in. 


3  Divine  desire,  that  holy  flame 
Thy  grace  creates  in  me  j 


HYMNS.  129 

Alas !  impatience  is  its  name, 
When  it  returns  to  thee. 

4  This  heart  a  fountain  of  vile  thoughts, 

How  does  it  overflow  ? 
While  self  upon  the  surface  floats, 
Still  bubbling  from  below. 

5  Let  others  in  the  gaudy  dress 

Of  fancied  merit  shine, 
The  Lord  shall  be  my  righteousness, 
The  Lord  for  ever  mine. 


hymn   xxir. 

1  Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee, 

From  strife  and  tumult  far  ; 
From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

With  pray'r  and  praise  agree  : 
And  seem  by  thy  sweet  bounty  made, 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 

3  There  if  thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul 

And  grace  her  mean  abode, 
Oh,  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
She  communes  with  her  God  ! 

4  There  like  the  nightingale  she  pours 

Her  solitary  lays ; 


ISO  HYMNS. 

Nor  asks  a  witness  of  her  song, 
Nor  thirsts  for  human,  praise. 

5  Author  and  guardian  of  my  life, 
Sweet  source  of  light  divine, 
And  (all  harmonious  names  in  one) 
My  Saviour,  thou  art  mine ! 

6  What  thanks  I  owe  thee,  and  what  love  ! 
A  boundless,  endless  store, 
Shall  echo  thro'  the  realms  above, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 


HYMN  XXIII. 

1  God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 

His  wonders  to  perform ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sov'reign  will. 

5  Ye  fearful  saints  fresh  courage  take, 
The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 


4 


Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 
But  trust  Jiim  for  his  grace  j 


HYMNS.  131 

Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  ev'ry  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste,. 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flow'r. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain  ; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 


HYMN    XXIV. 

1  Holy  Lord  God  !  I  love  thy  truth, 

Nor  dare  thy  least  commandments  slight; 
Yet  piere'd  by  sin,  the  serpent's  tooth, 
I  mourn  the  anguish  of  the  bite. 

2  But  though  the  poison  lurks  within, 

Hope  bids  me  still  with  patience  wait; 
Till  death  shall  set  me  free  from  sin, 
Free  from  the  only  thing  I  hate. 

3  Had  I  a  throne  above  the  rest, 

Where  angels  and  archangels  dwell; 
One  sin,  unslain,  within  my  breast, 

Would  make  that  heav'n  as  dark  as  hell. 

4  The  prisoner  sent  to  breathe  fresh  air, 

And  bless'd  with  liberty  again, 


132  HYMNS. 

Would  mourn,  were  he  condemn'd  to  wear 
One  link  of  all  his  former  chain. 

h  But  oh !  no  foe  invades  the  bliss, 

When  glory  crowns  the  christian's  head  ; 
One  view  of  Jesus  as  he  is, 

Will  strike  all  sin  for  ever  dead. 


hymn    xxv. 


1  How  blest  thy  creature  is,  O  God, 

When,  with  a  single  eye, 
He  views  the  lustre  of  thy  word, 
The  day-spring  from  on  high. 

2  Thro'  all  the  storms  that  veil  the  skies, 

And  frown  on  earthly  things  ; 
The  Sun  of  Righteousness  he  eyes, 
With  heajing  on  his  wings. 

3  Struck  by  that  light,  the  human  heart, 

A  barren  soil  no  more, 
Sends  the  sweet  smell  of  grace  abroad, 
Where  serpents  lurk'd  before. 

4  The  soul,  a  dreary  province  once 

Of  Satan's  dark  domain, 
Feels  a  new  empire  rorm'd  within, 
And  owns  a  heaVnly  reign. 

5  The  glorious  orb,  whose  golden  beams 

The  fruitful  year  control, 


HYMNS.  133 

Since  first,  obedient  to  thy  word 
He  started  from  the  goal, 

6  Has  cheer'd  the  nations  with  the  joys 
His  orient  rays  impart ; 
But,  Jesus,   'tis  thy  light  alone 
Can  shine  upon  the  heart. 


HYMN  XXVI. 

1  How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds^ 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast  j 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Dear  name  !   the  rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding  place  ; 
My  never-failing  treas'ry  fill'd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  By  thee  my  pray'rs  acceptance  gain,. 

Altho'  with  sin  defil'd ; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  own'd  a  cniid. 

5  Jesus !  my  shepherd,  husband,  friend^ 

My  prophet,  priest,  and  king  : 


134  HYMNS. 

My  Lord,  my  life,   my  way,  my  end, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

6  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But  when  Isee  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

7  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 

With  ev'rv  fieet'ng  breath  ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 


HYMN   XXVII. 

1  I  thirst,  but  not  as  once  I  did, 

The  vain  delights  of  earth  to  share ; 
Thy  wounds,  Emmanuel,  all  forbid, 
That  I  should  seek  my  pleasure  there. 

2  It  was  the  sight  of  thy  dear  cross, 

First  wean'd  my  soul  from  earthly  things  j 
And  taught  me  to  esteem  as  dross 

The  mirth  of  fools  and  pomp  of  kings. 

3  I  want  that  grace  that  springs  from  thee, 

That  quickens  all  things  where  it  flows, 
And  makes  a  wretched  thorn,  like  me, 
Bloom  as  the  myrtle  or  the  rose. 

4  Dear  fountain  of  delight  unknown  ! 

No  longer  sink  below  the  brim; 


HYxMNS.  135 

But  overflow,  and  pour  me  down 
A  living,  and  lite-giving  stream ! 

5  For  sure,  of  all  the  plants  that  share 
The  notice  of  thy  Father's  eye, 
None  proves  less  grateful  to  his  care, 
.Or  yields  him  meaner  fruit  than  I. 


HYMN     XXVIII. 

•1  Lord,  what  is  man!  extremes  how  wide, 
In  this  mysterious  nature  join  ! 
The  tlesh,  to  worms  and  dust  aliy'd, 
The  soul,  immortal  and  divine ! 

2  Divine  at  first,  a  holy  flame, 

And  kindled  by  th'  Almighty's  breath  ; 
Till,  stain'd  by  sin,  it  soon  became 
The  seat  of  darkness,  strife,  and  death. 

3  But  Jesus,  Oh  !  amazing  grace  ! 

Assum'd  our  nature  as  his  own, 
Obey'd  and  suffer'd  in  our  place, 
Then  took  it  with  him  to  his  throne. 

4  Now  what  is  man,  -when  grace  reveals 

The  virtue  of  a  Saviours  blood  ? 
Again  a  life  divine  he  feels, 

Despises  earth,  and  walks  with  God. 

5  And  what  in  yonder  realms  above, 

Jsransom'd  man  orclr.in'd  .to  be? 


136  HYMNS. 

With  honour,   holiness  and  love, 
No  seraph  more  adorn 'd  than  he. 

6  Nearest  the  throne,  and  first  in  song, 
Man  shall  his  hallelujahs  raise  ; 
While  wond'ring  angels  round  him  throng 
And  swell  the  chorus  of  his  praise. 


HYMN    XXIX. 

1  O  Lord,  my  best  desire  fulfil, 

.  And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  will, 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command, 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears? 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears. 

3  No,  let  me  rather  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize  to  thee; 
Wrho  never  hast  good  things  with-held, 
Or  wilt  with-hold  from  me. 

4  Thy  favour,  all  my  journey  thro', 

Thou  art  engag'd  to  grant ; 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
'Tis  better  still  to  want. 

5  Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way, 

Shall  I  resist  them  both  ? 


HYMN*.  13T 

A  poor  blind  creature  of  a  day, 
And  crush'd  before  them  both. 

6  But  ah  !  my  inward  spirit  cries, 
Still  bind  me  to  thy  sway  ; 
Else  the  next  cioud  that  veils  my  skies, 
Drives  all  those  thoughts  away. 


hymn  xxx, 

1  When  darkness  long  has  veil'd  the  mind, 

And  smiling  day  once  more  appears  5 
Then,  my  Redeemer,  then  I  find, 
The  folly  of  my  doubts  and  fears. 

2  Straight  I  upbraid  my  wand'ring  heart, 

And  blush  that  I  should  ever  be 
Thus  prone  to  act  so  base  a  part, 
Or  harbour  one  bad  thought  of  thee ! 

$  Oh !  let  me  then  at  length  be  taught 
What  I  am  still  so  slow  to  learn ; 
That  God  is  love,  and  changes  not, 
Nor  knows  the  shadow  of  a  turn. 

4  Sweet  truth,  and  easy  to  repeat ! 

But  when  my  faith  is  sharply  try'd, 
I  find  myself  a  learner  yet, 

Unskilful,  weak,  and  apt  to  slide. 

5  But,  O  my  Lord,  one  look  from  thee 

Subdues  the  disobedient  will, 
Drives  doubt  and  discontent  away; 
And  thy  rebellious  worm  is  still. 


138  HYMNS. 

6  Thou  art  as  ready  to  forgive, 
As  I  am  ready  to  repine ; 
Thou,  therefore,  all  the  praise  receive ; 
Be  shame  and  self-abhorrence  mine. 


hymn  xxxr. 

1  Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 

The  gladly  solemn  sound ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

The  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 
Return  ye  ransom'd  sinners  home. 

2  Jesus  our  great  High  Priest, 

Hath  full  atonement  made  j 
Ye  weary  spirits  rest  * 

Ye  mournful  souls  be  glad  : 
The  year,  &c. 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  all-atoning  Lamb ; 
Redemption  in  his  blood, 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim  : 
The  year,  &c. 

4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive ; 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live ; 


HYMNS.  139 

Ye  who  have  sold  for  nought, 

Your  heritage  above, 
Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live  : 

The  year,  &c. 

The  gospel-trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  heav'nly  grace, 
And  sav'd  from  earth,  appear 

Before  your  Saviour's  face : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  : 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


HYMN  XXXII. 

1  When  quiet  in  my  house  I  sit 

Thy  book  be  my  companion  still  j 
My  joy  thy  sayings  to  repeat, 

Talk  o'er  the  records  of  thy  will  % 
And  search  the  oracles  divine, 
Till  ev'ry  heart-felt  word  be  mine. 

2  O  may  thy  gracious  words  divine, 

Subject  of  all  my  converse  be : 
So  will  the  Lord  his  followers  join, 

And  walk,  and  talk  himself  with  me : 
So  shall  my  heart  his  presence  prove, 
And  burn  with  everlasting  love. 

3  Oft  as  I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
O  may  thy  reconciling  word 
Sweetly  compose  my  weary  breast, 
While  on  the  bosom  of  my  Lord 


140  HYMNS. 

I-sink  in  blissful  dreams  away, 
And  visions  of  eternal  day. 

4  Rising  to  sing  my  Saviour's  praise, 
Thee  may  I  publish  all  day  long; 
And  let  thy  precious  word  of  grace 

Flow  from  my  heart  and  fill  my  tongue 
Fill  all  my  life  with  purest  love, 
And  join  me  to  thy  church  above 


HYMN     XXXIII. 

Great  God  what  do  I  see  and  hear  ! 

The  Lord  of  things  created. 
The  judge  of  mankind  does  appear 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated. 
The  trumpet  sounds — the  graves  restore 
The  dead  which  ihey  contain'd  before ; 
Prepare  my  soul  to  meet  him. 


DOXOLOGIES. 


1  Bless'd  be  the  Father  and  his  love, 

To  whose  celestial  source  we  owe 
Rivers  of  endless  joy  above, 

And  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 

2  Glory  to  thee,  great  Son  of  God, 

From  whose  dear  wounded  body  rolls 
A  precious  stream  of  vital  blood, 
Pardon  and  life  for  dying  souls. 

3  We  give  thee,  sacred  Spirit,  praise, 

Who  in  our  hearts  of  sin  and  woe 
Makes  living  springs  of  grace  arise, 
And  into  boundless  glory  flow. 

4  Thus  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

And  God  the  Spirit,  we  adore  ; 
That  sea  of  life  and  love  unknown. 
Without  a  bottom  or  a  shore* 


To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghosr, 
The  God  whom  we  adore, 

Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 


142  DOXOLOGIES. 


2. 

To  God  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  glory  be  ; 

As  'twas,  and  is,  and  shall  be  so 
To  all  eternitv. 


3. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  earth  and  heav'n  adore, 

Be  glory,  as  it  was  of  old, 
Is  now  and  shall  be  evermore. 


4. 
Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow. 
Praise  him  all  creatures  here  below  : 
Praise  him  above  ye  hear'nly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


OCCASIONAL. 


New  Year. 
Our  days  alas !  our  mortal  day*  page  49 

or 

O  God  !  our  help  in  ages  past,  page  5 1 

or 

1  Come  let  us  anew 
Our  journey  pursue, 
Roll  round  with  the  year, 

And  never  stand  still  till  the  master  appear ! 
His  adorable  will 
Let  us  gladly  fulfil, 
And  our  talents  improve 

By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labour  of  love. 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream, 
Our  time  as  a  stream, 
Glides  qnickly  away, 

And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay ; 
The  arrow  is  flown, 
The  moment  is  gone.; 
The  millenial  year 

Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  here 

3  O  that  each  in  the  day 
Of  his  coming  may  say, 

11  I  have  fought  my  way  thro', 
I  have  finish'd  the  work  thou  didst  give  me  to  do. 
O  that  each  from  his  Lord 
Mav  receive  the  glad  word, 
" Well  and  faithfully  done! 
Enter  into  my  joy?  an4  sit  down  on  my  throne." 


144  OCCASIONAL, 

Good  Friday. 

Introductory  Hymn. 
Lord !  when  we  bend  before  thy  throne, 

page  2 
First  Morning, 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross  page  22 


1  Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 

And  did  my  Sov'reign  die  ! 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  giories  in, 
When  God  the  mighty  Maker  dy'd 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dtar  cross  appears  ; 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness 
And  melt  my  eyes  in  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  ot  love  I  owe : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away  5 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


OCCASIONAL.  US 


Secotid  Morning, 

1  Surely  Christ  thy  griefs  hath  borne, 
Weeping  soul,  no  longer  mourn ; 

See  iiim  bleeding  on  the  tree, 
Pouring  out  his  life  for  thee : 
There  thy  ev'ry  sin  he  bore, 
Weeping  soul,  lament  no  more. 

2  Weary  sinner,  keep  thine  eyes, 
On  th'  atoning  sacrifice, 
There  th'  incarnate  Deity, 
Numbered  with  transgressors  see ; 
There  his  absent  God  he  mourns, 

Nail'd,  and  bruis'd,  and  crown'd  with  thorns* 

3  Cast  thy  guilty  soul  on  him, 
Find  how  mighty  to  redeem ; 
At  his  feet  thy  burthen  lay, 
Look  thy  doubts  and  fears  away; 
Now  by  faith  the  bon  embrace, 
Plead  his  promise,    trust  his  grace. 

4  Lord,  thy  arm  must  be  reveai'd, 
'Ere  I  can  b\  faith  be  hcal'd , 
Since  I  scare  e  can  look  to  thee, 
Cast  a  gracious  look  on  me  ! 

At  thy  feet  nnself  1  ray, 
Shine !  O  shine  my  lears  away 

T 


146  OCCASIONAL. 

Evening, 

He  dies,  the  friend  of  sinners  dies  !        page  33 
or 

1  Oh,  if  my  soul  were  form'd  for  woe, 

How  would  I  vent  my  sighs  ; 
Repentance  should  like  rivers  flow 
From  both  my  streaming  eyes, 

2  'Twas  for  my  sins  my  dearest  Lord 

Hung  on  the  cursed  tree, 
And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life, 
For  thee,  my  soul,  for  t  hee. 

3  O,  how  I  hate  those  lusts  of  mine 

That  crucify 'd  my  God  ; 
Those  sins  that  pierc'd  and  nail'd  his  flesh 
Fast  to  the  iatal  wood  ! 

4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  shall  die, 

My  heart  hath  so  decreed  : 
Nor  will  1  spare  the  guilty  things 
That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

5  Whilst  with  a  melting,  broken  heart, 

My  niurder'd  Lord  I  view, 

I'll  raise  revenge  agains'  my  sins, 

And  slay  tnt  murd'rers  too. 


Easter  Day. 

First  Morning. 
I  strive  each  action  to  approve,  page 


OCCASIONAL  147 

Second  Morning, 

[  *  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  ris'n  to-day  j" 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say, 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 
Sing,  ye  heav'n's,  and  earth  reply  : 
Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won  ; 
Lo  !  our  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er, 
Lo  !  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

2  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal, 
Christ  hath  burst  the  gates  of  hell : 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise, 
Christ  hath  open'd  Paradise  : 
Lives  again  our  glorious  king. 
"  Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting  ?" 
Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save : 
"  Where's  thy  victry,  boasting  grave  V* 

$  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  has  ledf 
Foll'wing  our  exalted  head, 
Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise, 
Our's  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies: 
What  though  once  we  persh'd  all, 
Partners  in  our  parent's  fall  j 
Second  life  we  ail  receive, 
In  our  heav'nlv  Adam  live. 

4  Hail,  thou  Lord  of  earth  and  heav'n ! 
Praise  to  thee  b\  both  be  giv'n ! 
Thee  we  greet  triumphant  now, 
Haii,  the  Resurrection — thou  i 


1-18  OCCASIONAL. 

King'  of  glory  !  source  of  bliss ! 
Everlastsng  life  is  this — 
Thee  to  know,  Ihy  pow'r  to  prove ; 
Thus  to  sing,  and  thus  to  love. 

Evening. 

1  Hosanna  to  the  Prince  of  light, 

That  cloth"d  himself  in  clay ; 
Enter'd  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
And  tore  the  bars  away. 

2  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 

Since  our  Immanuel  rose  : 
He  took  the  tyrant's  sling  away, 
And  spoil'd  our  hellish  foes. 

3  See  now  the  conq'ror  mounts  aloft, 

And  to  his  Father  flies, 
With  scars  of  honour  in  his  flesh, 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 

4  There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 

And  scatters  blessings  down  : 
There  Jesus  fills  the  middle  seat 
Of  the  celestial  throne. 

5  Raise  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 

To  reach  the  bless'd  abod  e ; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  songs, 
To  our  incarnate  God. 

6  Bright  angels,  strike  your  loudest  strings, 

Your  sweetest  voices  raise  ; 
Let  heav'n,  and  all  created  things, 
Sound  our  Immanuel's  praise. 


OCCASIONAL.  149 

Sunday  after  Ascension. 

First  Morning, 
Erect  your  heads,  eternal  gates,  page  17 

Second  Morning* 
Far  above  yon  glorious  ceiling,  page  86 

Evening, 
O  thou  to  whom  all  creatures  bow,  page  7 


Whit-Sunday, 

First  Morning. 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  king         page  7 1 

Second  Morning, 

VENI   CREATOR. 

1  Come,  Holy  Ghost;  Creator,  come  j 

Inspire  the  souls  of  thine, 
Till  ev'ry  heart  which  thou  hast  made 

Is  fill'd  with  grace  divine. 
Thou  art  the  comforter,  the  gift 

Of  God,  and  fire  of  love  ! 
The  everlasting  spring  of  joy, 

And  unction  from  above. 

2  Thy  gifts  are  manifold,  thou  writ'st 

God's  laws  in  each  true  heart  ; 
The  promise  of  the  Father,  thou 
Dost  heay'aly  speech  impart. 


150  OCCASIONAL. 

Enliven  our  dark  souls,  till  Ihey 

Thy  sacred  love  embrace  ; 
Assist  our  minds,  by  nature  frail,    • 

With  thy  celestial  grace. 

5  Drive  far  from  us  the  mortal  foe, 

And  give  us  peace  within  ; 
That,  by  thy  guidance  bless'd,  we  may 

Escape  the  snares  of  sin. 
Teach  us  the  Father  to  confess, 

And  Son  from  death  reviv'd  ; 
And,  with  them  both,  thee,  Holy  Ghost, 

Who  art  from  both  deriv'd. 

4  With  thee,  O  Father,  therefore  may 

The  Son  from  death  restor'd, 
And  sacred  Comforter,  one  God, 

Devoutly  be  ador'd ; 
As  in  all  ages  heretofore 

Has  constantly  been  done, 
As  now  it  is,  and  shall  be  so 

When  time  his  course  has  run. 

Evening. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Heav'nly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

£  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 
In  vain  we  strive  to  rise : 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues^ 
And  our  devotion  dies. 


OCCASIONAL.  151 

3  Dear  Lord !  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  I  his  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great. 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Heav'nly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  povv'rs; 
Come  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  our's. 


1  O  Thou  who  earnest  from  above, 

The  pure,  celestial  fire  t'  impart, 
Kindle  the  name  of  sacred  iove, 
On  the  mean  altar  of  my  heart : 

2  There  let  it  for  thy  glory  burn, 

With  inextinguishable  blaze ; 
And,  trembling,  to  its  source  return, 
In  humble  pray'r,  and  fervent  praise. 

3  Jesus,  confirm  my  heart's  desire, 

To  work,  and  speak,  and  tnink  for  thee ; 
Still  let  me  guard  the  holy  fire, 
And  still  stir  up  thy  gift  in  me  : 

4  Ready  for  ail  thy  perfect  will, 

My  acts  of  faith  and  love  repeat, 
Till  death  thy  endiess  mercies  seal, 
And  make  my  sacrifice  compleat. 


162  OCCASIONAL. 

Trinity  Sunday. 

First  Morning. 
Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise        page  1 1 

Second  Morning. 

Three  in  one  !  Eternal  King 1 
Meet  it  is  thy  praise  to  sing. 

Therefore,  with  angels  and  archangels,  and 
with  all  the  company  of  heaven,  we  laud  and 
magnify  thy  glorious  namf,  evermore  praising 
thee,  and  saying,  holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  God 
of  hosts,  heaven  and  earth  are  full  of  thy  glory : 
glory  be  to  thee,  O  Lord  Most  High.  Amen. 


Christmas  Day. 

First  Morning* 
Come  ye  thatiove  the  Lord  page  14 

Second  Morning. 

1  Hark!  the  hera.d  angel-  -ing, 
"  Glory  to  the  new-born  K>ng; 
44  Peace  on  eann,  and  mercy  mild; 
"  God  and  sinners  reconcil'd  ;** 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise, 
Join  tne  tnuraphs  or  the  skies, 
VV  nh  ill'  angelic  host  proclaim, 
'*  Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehtm.* 


OCCASIONAL.  153 

2  Christ,  by  highest  heav'n  ador'd, 
Christ,  the  everlasting  Lord  ; 
Late  in  time  behold  him  come, 
Offspring  of  a  virgin's  womb : 
Veil'd  in  flesh,  the  Godhead  see, 
Hail  tii'  incarnate  Deity  ! 

Pleas'd,  as  man,  with  men  V  appear, 
Jesus  our  Immanuel  here. 

3  Hail,  the  heav'n-born  Prince  of  Peace, 
Hail,  the  Sun  of  Righteousness ! 
Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 

Ris'n  with  healing  in  his  wings; 
Mild,  he  lays  his  glory  by, 
Born,  that  man  no  more  mav  die, 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth, 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 

4  Come,  desire  of  nations,  come, 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  home ; 
Rise,  the  woman's  conqu'iing  seec?| 
Bruise  in  us  the  serpent's  head  : 
Adam's  likeness  now  t  fface, 
Stamp  thine  image  in  its  place  j 
Second  Adam  from  above, 
Reinstate  us  in  thy  love. 


154  OCCASIONAL. 


FOR    A    PUBLIC    FAST. 

1  See,  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne 
Thy  mourning  people  bend  ! 
'Tis  on  thy  sov'reign  grace  alone 
Our  humble  hopes  depend. 

Q  Tremendous  judgments  from  thy  hand, 
Thy  dreadful  pow'r  display  ; 
Yet  mercy  spares  this  guilty  land, 
And  stili  we  live  to  pray. 

3  Great  God!  and  why  is  Britain  spar'd, 

Ungrateful  as  we  are  ! 
O  make  thy  awful  warnings  heard, 
While  mercy  cries,  "  forbear." 

4  O  turn  us,  turn  us,  gracious  Lord, 

By  thine  ai mighty  grace  ; 
Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word 
And  humbly  seek  thy  face. 

5  Then  should  insulting  foes  invade, 

We  shall  not  sink  in  fear; 
Secure  of  never  failing  aid, 
If  God,  our  God  be  near. 


SACRAMENTAL  HYMNS. 


Come,  (hou  high  and  lofty  Lord! 
Lowly,  meek,  incarnate  word  ! 
Humbly  stoop  to  earth  again : 
Come,  and  visit  abject  man  ! 
Jesu,  dear  expected  guest ! 
Thou  art  bidden  to  the  feast  : 
For  thyself  our  hearts  prepare ! 
Come,  and  sit,  and  banquet  there* 

Jesu,  we  the  promise  claim  : 
We  are  met  in  thy  great  name ; 
In  the  midst  do  thou  appear, 
Manifest  thy  presence  here  ! 
Sanctify  us,  Lord,  and  bless  ! 
Breathe  thy  Spirit,    give  thy  peace; 
Thou  thyself  within  us  move : 
Make  our  feast  a  feast  of  love. 

Make  us  all  in  thee  compleat ; 
Make  us  ail  for  plory  meet  S 
Meet  t'  appear  before  ihy  sight, 
Partners  with  the  saints  in  light : 
Call,  O  call  us  each  by  name 
To  the  marriage  of  the  Lamb : 
Let  us  lean  upon  thv  breast ! 
Love  be  there  our  endless  feast ! 


I  Where  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord, 
Obedient  to  their  sov'reign  Lord, 


156  SACRAMENTAL. 

Meet  to  recount  his  acts  of  grace, 
And  offer  solemn  pray'r  and  praise  : 

2  "  There,"  says  the  Saviour,  "  will  I  be, 
"  Amid  this  little  company ; 

u  To  them  unveil  my  smiling  face, 

"  And  shed  my  glories  round  the  place." 

3  We  meet  at  thy  command,  dear  Lord, 
Relying  on  thy  faithful  word : 
Now  send  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
Now  fill  our  hearts  with  heav'nly  love. 


1  Sinners,  obey  the  gospel-word  ! 
Haste  to  the  supper  of  the  Lord  : 
Be  wise  to  know  your  gracious  day, 
All  things  are  ready  j  come  away.' 

Q  Ready  the  Father  is  to  own, 
And  kiss  his  late  returning  son : 
Ready  your  gracious  Saviour  stands, 
And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 

3  Ready  the  Spirit  of  his  love, 

Just  now  the  stony  heart  to  move  : 
T*  apply,  and  witness  with  his  blood, 
And  wash,  and  seal,  the  sons  of  God. 

4  Come  then,  ye  sinners,  to  your  Lord, 
In  Christ  to  Paradise  restor'd, 

His  proffer'd  benefits  embrace, 
The  plenitude  of  gospel  grace. 


SACRAMENTAL.  157 

9  A  pardon  written  with  his  blood, 
The  favour,  and  the  peace  of  God  j 
The  seeing  eye,  the  feeling  sense, 
The  mystic  joys  of  penitence : 

6  The  godly  grief,  the  pleasing  smart, 
The  meltings  of  a  broken  heart ! 
The  tears  that  tell  your  sins  forgiv'n  :' 
The  sighs  that  waft  your  souls  to  heav'n  : 

7  The  guileless  shame,  the  sweet  distress, 
Th'  unutterable  tenderness : 

The  genuine,   meek  humility  : 

The  wonder,  "  why  such  love  to  me  V 

3  Th'  o'erwhelming  pow'r  of  saving  grace^ 
The  sight  that  veils  the  seraph's  face : 
The  speechless  awe  that  dares  not  move, 
And  all  the  silent  heav'n  of  love. 


DISMISSION. 

Sometimes  a  light  surprises,  page  8  j 

or 
Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  page  ]| 

or 
Some  sweet  savour  of  thy  favour 
Shed  abroad  in  ev'ry  heart : 
Heav'n  waid  as  to  thee  we  go 
Leaving  guilt  and  fear  below : 
Blessing,  praising  without  ceasing, 
Eid  us,  Lord,  depart. 

or 

1  This,  this  is  the  God  we  adore, 

Our  faithful  unchangeable  friend  ; 
Whose  love  is  as  great  as  his  powV, 
And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end, 

2  'Tis  Jesus  the  first  and  the  last, 

Whose  spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home ; 
We'll  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past, 
And  trust  him  for  all  that's  to  comt. 

or 

1  May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviou^ 

And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  holy  Spirit's  favour, 
Rest  upon  us  from  above. 

2  Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  each  other,  and  the  Lord ; 

And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 

Joys  which  earth  can  not  afford. 


INDEX, 


Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 
As  new  born  babes  desire  the  breast 
Awake  and  sing  the  song 
Awake  our  souls,  away  our  fears 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 
Begone  unbelief 

Blest  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know 
Blest  be  the  Faiher  and  his  love 
Blow,  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 

Children  of  the  heav'nly  king 
Christ  the  Lord,  is  ris'n  to-day 
Come,  Holy  Ghost ;  Creator,  come 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Heav'nly  Dove 
Come  let  us  anew 
Come  let  us  join 

Come,  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blessing 
Come,  ihou  high  and  lofty  Lord 
Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord 
Compar'd  with  Christ  in  all  beside 

Erect  your  heads,  eternal  gates 

Far  above  yon  glorious  ceiling 

Far  as  thy  name  is  known 

Far  ln>m  die  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee 

Father,  1  bless  thy  gentle  hand 

Father  of  Heav'n!    whose  gracious  hand 

For  thee,   O  God,  our  constant  praise 

From  ail  that  dwell  below  the  SKies 

From  lowest  depths  of  woe 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night 
God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints 
God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 
God  of  mv  life,  to  thee  oelong 
Go  worship  at  Immanuel's  feet 


PACE.  TUNE. 

144  St.  Cuthbert 
227  Weston  Favel 
119  Mount  Ephr. 
1 1 3  Ellen 

44  Proper  100 

52  Hanover 

43  Carlisle 
141  Suffolk 
138  Ports,  new 

43  Hull 
147  Sicil.  Marin, 

149  Ashley 
150  Hatfield 
143 

125  Weston  Favel 
27  Canterbury 

154  Sicii.  Marin. 
14  Solway 
7  Weston  ,Favel 

17  Doncaster 

86  Canterbury 
99  Mount  Eph 

150  Univers.  tune 
107  Surrey 

56  Islington 
100  Suffolk 
35  Stephenson 
78  Galiaway 

58  Suffolk 
98  Proper  100 
131  B  rods  worth 
1 14  Surrey 
€2  Stephen-son 


160  INDEX. 

Gracious  Lord,  with  mercy  beaming 
Great  Gcd  !  what  do  I  see  and  hear 

Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign 

Hark,  my  soul,   it  is  the  Lord 

Hark,  the  herald  angels  sing 

Have  mercy,  Lord,  on  tue 

He  dies,  the  friend  of  sinners  dies 

He  is  a  God  of  sov' reign  love 

He's  blest,  whose  sins  have  pardon  gain'd 
He  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God 
Holy  Lord  God!  I  love  thy  truth 
Hosannah  to  the  Prince  of  light 
How  bless'd  is  he  who  ne'er  consents 
How  blest  thy  creature  is,  O  God 
How  long  wilt  thou  forget  me,  Lord 
How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair  ! 
How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
How  vast  must  their  advantage  be 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  breath- 
I'll  speak  the  honours  of  my  king 
I  strive  each  action  to  approve 
I  thirst,  but  not  as  once  I  did 
I  waited  meekly  for  the  Lord 
I  will  praise  thee  ev'ry  day 


Jesu,  my  Saviour,  in  thy  face 
Jesus  !  and  thall  it  ever  be 
ftsus  !  lover  of  my  soul 
'  fesus  !  thou  art  my  righteousness 
]  esus  1  thy  blood  and  righteousness 
Jesus !  where'er  thy  people  meet 
oin  all  the  glorious  names 

Laden  vtith  guilt,  and  full  of  fears 

Lst  earth  and  heav'n  agree 

Lo  !  he  comes  with  clouds  descending 

Lord,  art  thou  all-seeing  ? 

Lord,  hear  the  voice  of  my  complaint 

JLoid,  I  am  thine  ;  but  thou  wilt  prove 


9  Helms! ey 
140  Luth.  Hymn 

54  Sheffield 
25  Sieil.  Marin. 
132  Hull 
30  Gattaway 
35  Kent 
118  Sheffield 

19  Kensington 
103  Stephenson 
132  Rockingham 
14S  Irish 

89  Carlisle 

132  Wakefield 

90  St  Cuthbert 
101  Kensington 

133  Brunswick 
109  Univer.  tune 

85  Holden 
97  Irish 

1 1  Cumberland 

134  Kent 

24  Mecklenburg 
.64  Hull 

121  Islington 
40  Leeds 

12  Hotham 
120  Irish 

28  Leeds 
37  Islington 
31  Ports,  new 

48  Bedford 
68  Ports,  new 
74  Helmsley 
50  Portuguese 
6  Brunswick 
91  Kent 


INDEX. 

Lord  of  Hosts,  how  lovely  fair 
Lord  of  the  Sabbath,  hear  our  vows 
Lord,  we  adore  thy  dark  designs 
Lord,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this 
Lord,  what  is  man  !  extremes  how  widt 
Lord,  when  we  bend  before  thy  throne 
Lord,  when  we  creation  scan 
Love  divine,  all  loves  excelling 

May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  SavicOUF 

My  former  hopes  are  rled 

My  God,  accept  my  early  vows 

My  God,  how  perfect  are  thy  ways 

My  God,  my  God,  why  leav'st  thou  me 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys 

My  sou),   inspir'd  with  sacred  love 

No  change  of  times  shall  ever  shock 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 

Now  begin  the  heav'nly  theme 

O  blessed  souls  are  they 

O  come,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 

O  God !  how  endless  is  thy  love 

O  God  !   my  heart  is  fix'd,.  'tis  bent 

O  God  of  hosts  !   the  mighty  Lord 

O  God  of  mercy  !  hear  my  call 

O  God !  our  help  in  ages  past 

Oh  !   for  a  closer  walk  with  God 

Oh  !   if  my  soul  was  form'd  for  woe 

O  let  me,  heav'nly  Lord,  extend 

O  Lord,  my  best  desire  fulfil 

O  Lord;  thy  meicy  my  sure  hope 

O  praise  the  Lord,  and  thou  my  soul 

O  praise  the  Lord  in  that  blest  place 

O  praise  ye  the  Lord 

O  render  thanks  to  God  above 

O  thou  to  whom  all  creatures  bow 

O  thou  to  whose  all-searching  sight 

O  thou  who  earnest  from  above 

O  'twas  a  joyful  sound  to  hear 


161 

5  Hotham 

4  Surrey 
121  Kensington 
70  St.  Cuthbert 
135  Kensington 

3  Univers.tune 
16  Sicil.  Marin. 
20  Canterbury 

157 

58  Gallway 
109  Suffolk 
129  Lincoln 

93  Brunswick 

78  Cumberland 

57  Kent 

13  Proper  100 
23  Gallway 
73  Hull 

95  Gallway 

55  Surrey 

38  Ephraim 
117  Fambridge 
33  Rockingham 
46  Weston  Favel 
100  Brunswick 

51  Huddersfield 
34  Ephraim 

146  Bedford 

115  Luth,  hymri 

136  Cumberland 
22  Kent 

38  Broadsworth 
87  Sutfolk 

39  Hanover 

62  Rockingham 

7  Hatfield 
60  Islington 
151  Kensington 
^3  Sakm 


162 


INDEX. 


Our  days,  alas !  our  mortal  days  49  Brodsworth 

Our  Lord  is  ris'n  from  the  dead  1 1 6  Mecklenburg 

O  what  shall  I  do  my  Saviour  to  praise  32  Hanover 

Plung'd  in  a  gulph  of  dark,  despair  72  Eedford 
Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow     142 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  :  'tis  good  to  raise  117  Suffolk 

Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  king  26  Ports,  new 

Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord  95  Wakefield 

Rise,  my  soul,  ana  stretch  thy  wings  122 

Salvation!  O  the  joyful  sound  41  Ashley 

See,  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne  154 

Sing  we  praises  to  the  Lord  61  Triumph 

Sinners,  obey  the  gospel  word  156  Fambridge 

Some  sweet  savour  of  thy  favour  158 

Sometimes  a  light  surprises  156 

Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears  66  Ellen 

Suiely  Christ  thy  griefs  hath  borne  145  Popish 

Sweei  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace  1 10  Eden 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King  104  Fambridge 

That  man  is  blest  who  stands  in  awe  105  Rockingham 

The  heav'ns  declare  ihy  glory,  Lord  15  Cumberland 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name  67  Lincoln 

The  Lord  is  only  my  support  16  Univers.  tune 

The  Lord  to  thy  request  attend  92  Eden 
The  Lord  who  made  both  heav'n  and  earth       28  Brunswick 

There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood  45  Eden 

There  is  a  lano  of  pure  delight  80  VVakefield 

The  whole  creation  can  arlord  63  Kensington 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  106  Sheffield 

This,  this  is  the  God  we  adore  158 

Thou  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb  123  Cumberland 

Thou  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height  I  77  Luth.  hymn 
Thou,  Lord,  by  strictest  starch  hast  known      82  Rockingham 

Through  ail  the  changing  scenes  of  life  96  Hatfield 

Thy  mercies.   Lord,  shall  be  my  song  102 

Three  in  cm- !   Eternal  King  !  152  Anthem 

To  '■  es   thy  chosen  race  36  Mount  Ephr, 

To  ceiebrate  thy  praise,  O  Lord  8  Wakefield 

3o  Father)  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoet  141 


INDEX. 

To  God  in  whom  I  trust 
To  God  the  mighty  Lord 
To  God  the  only  wise 
To  Sion's  Hill  I  lift  my  eyes 
To  the  cross  I  turn  me  sighing 

Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes 

What  happy  men  or  angels  these 
What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 
When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God 
When  darkness  long  has  veil'd  the  mind 
When  I  read  the  contradiction 
When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
When  Sion's  God  her  sons  recall'd 
When  quiet  in  my  house  I  sit 
Where  two  or  three  with  sweet  accord 
Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise 
Why  thould  the  children  of  a  king 
Why  should  we  start  or  fear  to  die 
With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
With  one  consent  let  all  the  earth 
Winter  has  a  joy  for  me 

Ye  boundless  realms  of  joy 
Ye  princes  that  in  might  excel 
Ye  saints  and  servants  of  the  Lord 


US 

§4  Mount  Ephr. 
81  Ports.  New 
125  Mount  Ephr, 
71  Salem 

112  Stabat  Mater 
108  Kensington 

128  Islington 

69  Ir.sh 

1 9  Univers.  tune 
137  Kent 

1 1 3  Norman 
22  Fambridgc 
76  Irish 

139 

155  Suffolk 

1 1  Suffolk 

71  Lincoln 

83  Ellen 

29  Eden 
4  Proper  100th 

47  Hotham 

42  Portsmouth 
18  Mecklen. 
65  Proper  1130 


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